If you were an artist

If you were an artist, How would u paint me? Would you fill all colours of your choice? Or patiently observe mine? Would you rigidly make abstract? To quickly fill in the lines? Or would you focus especially on details? While you take your time? Would you use vibrant paints? Or simply shades of grey?…

The gift

Beautiful! Sleek and slender! Glowing eyes with a delicate heart The glass never reflected this before Because she only looked closely Through its shattered pieces She was whole once again As he turned the mirror towards her He gifted her The gift of self love. -Tracy Reid

Valuable coins

Amazing, how pain was my poetry, suddenly poetry was my rescure. Sometimes i fumbled for words, Sometimes words overwelmed me. It revealed the darkness of my soul, But also lit a fire in me. I spent my tears like coins. Spendtrift as a libra could be. Now i lie in my room and think, Of…

The night.

Night had fallen. Laying on the grass with flowers in her hair which was imperfectly braided by him. The night stood still as ever. A few birds now and then chirruping, could be heard. The scent of the daisy’s overpowered, amidst the other flowers. As the breeze blew softly and strands of her hair came…