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Tracy Ferns Poem
Fragile and hollow encased in an invisible glass case,
she sits, legs crossed and hands placed perfectly on her knees, her hair falling in
waves of perfect curls, even the straps of her dress ironed and without a wrinkle.
Foundation spread over her face making her skin look like porcelain, her make up
almost looked like an artist had painted it on too perfectly.
And from this doll, dull lifeless eyes stared ahead, her skin was warm but her heart
was like ice, it had frozen long ago when she became nothing more then a show
piece of beauty to be displayed for all to see.
Then one day he pushed her just a little to much and she crashed to the floor, her
body and face splintered and cracked
and she lay there feeling nothing at all.
Thats where he found her, and with tender hands and strong arms he picked up the
pieces and gently began to glue the bits together, she began to take shape once
more, but he did not stop at the outer shell, he breathed warmth into her and slowly
the fire began to warm her and the life in her eyes shone bright, the fine cracks left
behind were more beautiful because she was unique, they showed how she had
healed.
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Tracy Ferns Poem
He has a voice deep and strong,
He uses words like his fingers they caress my soul
And explore my body, they find every part of me and touch me where not many have ever seen.
His mind is beautiful, kind and strong,
He holds my dreams in his mind and makes them beautiful, he breaths life into my body and it catches fire, he sooths my soul and it brings me peace.
His love makes my mind, soul and body whole.
He is mine because he offered and i asked, he is mine because without him i am lost.
He is mine because I LOVE HIM.
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Tracy Ferns Poem
she takes a page of crisp white paper,
Colors it with tea bags to make it more precious and aged,
Breaks the edges to make them jaggered and perfectly imperfect,
Takes a finger full of blood red paint
And draws a heart right in the centre of the page,
She notices how the edges are thick and how the middle is thin.
Thats how most heart would look she decides,
Thick outer layer for protection, and once inside..Make sure you don't tear it!
Dips her finger back into the paint and paints her lips with another thick layer,
she leans down and kisses the middle of the heart leaving an imprint of her lips to make it stronger.
She smiles and places the paper on his door, wipes the paint off her lips as she walks quietly away,Wondering, "what if......."
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