Chasity
"this poem is not about what is written, but what is not written. . . "
I carry her in all my dreams.
She is the butterfly queen.
With secrets of her own.
Is her wish for a thrown.
The beauty she has is like
no one I've ever seen.
Even though she's just a teen.
When I awoke from my dream.
I realized the dream was of me.
Teresa Skyles
Entered in Constance La France~A rambling poet~"The unwritten"contest
Copyright © T.A. Skyles-Theoklapoet | Year Posted 2011
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