The Obscure Little Poetess
The obscure little poetess
Leans forward in front of her screen
Her fingers fly over the keys
As she writes up her little dreams
Each tiny key that she presses
With her butterfly touches, light
Brings to life her deepest feelings
On her computer screen so bright
She pauses for just a moment
And gazes at her pink flowers
She wonders if her words will bring
Those needed refreshing showers
She looks inside her little heart
And searches with all of her might
Trying to find the hidden words
That will make her rhyme just right
She’s lost in her own perfect world
Filled with such beauty and delight
A change from her hideous world
That is filled with demons of night
Sometimes on these same little keys
A lonely tear or two will fall
But she quickly wipes them away
As she hears her fantasies call
In this place filled with desire
She can be a princess or queen
With someone who just adores her
Who makes love to her every dream
She creates the most perfect place
Where love never dies or betrays
Where all is just goodness and light
For the sun never sets for days
She hides in this make believe land
From the cruel truths of her life
It’s where serenity abides
For there’s no horror, nor any strife
In her sweet little reverie
In her enchanted world of rhyme
She’s once more who she used to be
A blooming woman in her prime.
This is a repost of one of my earlier writes. Yes, I think I've come a long way! :)
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