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Gypsy Aurora Musings

where the streetlights become stars and fireflies ignite the night

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moving on

It’s Real to Me

It's real to me The value of myself The trueness of my soul The light inside me The growth of my spirit It's finally real to me What a woman's worth What she should expect What I should expect What... Continue Reading →

Limits

I have no limits except those in my own mind People may try their damnedest to put them on me Tell me what I should do with my day How I should live my life and with who But really when... Continue Reading →

Finding Home

Home in your heart can travel with you anywhere It isn't defined by four walls With a lock and a key on the door Claiming it as yours Securing your valuables away Home is in your heart In your memories... Continue Reading →

Turn up the Heat

Lost in his arms Passion in his embrace Feeling the heat of our sweat The electricity between us Kissing and tasting Our souls intertwining Lost in lust and the heat of the moment Breathlessly grabbing to be closer But there... Continue Reading →

Painful Demons

Demons facing Daughters Dancing daunting in the dark Shadows Skulking and lingering Lost hearts searching for Healing Hoping one day The dawn will come and clear Her heavy heart And the burdens won't Beat her down for any more Days... Continue Reading →

What you mean in Oz

Once important people Are no longer so important Opinions that once mattered Voices once respected Have now been silenced in the mind The golden bridge that's been crossed Can't be burned from memory But won't be crossed back over That... Continue Reading →

My Heart Hurts

My heart hurts I've felt so distant from you lately When I've reached out it feels like I've just missed you Grasping the air just past Where you were there Looking up to you has been the flaw I suppose... Continue Reading →

A Daughter’s Worth

A doll house A play house Where all too real stories are acted out By children who don't realize The adults want them to censor What their little ears have heard and little eyes have seen Before relaying those seemingly... Continue Reading →

Empty Bed

I wake up groggy still wishing I was asleep Warm cuddled in my blanket cocoon I roll over and reach for you And my hand falls on an empty bed You have already left and won't be coming back

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