These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)

Terrorist



sometimes i look
at peace like a wasp
buzzing around me
elusive, yet not so
just afraid
to land on me cause I chase
it so i can kill
it between my errant fingers

11:51 AM 7/21/2014













August Bernadette
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