she
steps lightly over words
not wanting to
insult
or step on anybody’s toes.
Tentatively she sends out
feelers,
psychic feelers
trying to sense
out whether or not she is liked,
accepted.

She says she would regret
if life was over today
And yet - she remains afraid.
Of life. Of harsh, vicious,
victimising minds,
other people’s thoughts.
Made into monsters by her own.

Forced views upon herself,
all her winters,
until even she believes the lies.

She sees me young;
I see her blind.

nice work, really and just so you know I never say that.

True Love
Love is a fragrance

It fills the air

It leaves you light headed

Without a care

Your heart will pound

Your heart will flutter

You speak nary a word

You can only mutter

Your hands are sweaty

Your mouth is dry

If love gets much closer

You'll surely die

When you finaly fall in loves embrace

You will know you have found gods true grace.

JodieNewby
Copyright ©2008 Jodie M Newby

Great job!

WoW

she IS young
she IS blind

Awesome write, powerful ending