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Gypsy Aurora Musings

where the streetlights become stars and fireflies ignite the night

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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 →

Meeting Destiny

Standing in front of my destiny For so long it felt like deja vu Have I been here before? I seem to recognize you But in that foggy way Where you don't really want to say anything For fear it's... Continue Reading →

Rebirth of Language

I walk alone wandering trying to heal Not understanding the language of the world around me But continuing to try to translate Crumbling Confusion Creates Chaos But I find courage to continue Stronger than before Most times... Even sometimes unwilling... Continue Reading →

This Moment

You grab me so passionately And for those moments I'm lost in a whirlwind of your arms, your lips, and you So sensual, so erotic I just want to feel this moment Your breath, your touch It's hypnotizing and alluring... 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 →

Simple love

Just let me love you more than a bee loves a flower because without some sort of simple love and hope, much like the bee without the flower, and the world without pollen, I might go extinct I just want... 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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