Love is a harsh reminder of the beauty that remains

It stains , lives in the crimson flower which blossoms in those spring bedsheets.

Fleets of ships and vessels couldn’t carry the weight of my affection 

As soon as we locked eyes , you caught my attention.

With quiet resurrection my feelings ignited 

Plighted by your cool manner, but I knew I could shatter it in an instant.

I kn...

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Womanhood

I am tender like a flower, sprawled like a panther, soft like a dagger.
Waiting to pierce you, I will not make you stagger. 
I sit pretty, cross legged, waiting for you appraisal. 
Firmly embedded in a lagoon of earthworms, snails, and emotion. 

My neck has thorns in my upper echelons. 
Watch me grow as I glow!. 
Don't hide me from sight! I'll fight with all my fickle might!. 
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Oh, I felt it then, a sudden surge of pain. 
A familiar entity of constant ubiquity,
yet simultaneously not there. 
I tried to feign indifference, but it soon became clear upon the springing of those dainty edges. 
I was harrowed by despair. 
How could I not care?
Their meek, limp, cunning stance made me sigh with frustration. 

Their insistence to grow with an air of indignation to all th...

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