Poems from heather_
While I'm sleeping, my shadow dances.
She creeps out from under me, cautiously at first, careful not to wake me.
Only when she is confident...
I stole a peek inside today,
and what peered back left me in dismay.
I myself, I must betray,
today I shot myself, and walked away.
He was immersed in the hum-drum of everyday life,
his Mondays bleeding into his Tuesdays, just as it had for fifty-five years.
Protected...
her insecurities are little girls wrapped in ribbons and frilly dresses and fighting for attention and her confidence kisses each one...
if you never stop questioning what you're toldwhat you're shownwhat you're guaranteedwhat you're spoon-fed by the hand...