I just want you to be happyA Poem by writing mojo
I just want you to be happy, she said like so many others before her , like a knife twisting in sunlight cornered, and in each sharp gleam I see her reflecting in each one of them, each one in tears, blonde, brunet, and now red, each one in the same silhouette of the door slammed, I swear it was all they wanted for me was to be happy, to see my potential not as dream, but a reality to speak of, a realization not of the emotional color, but a true face from under cover, to be able to look at them with a head held high and blues clear eyes, not wet eyes but eyes of sparkle cooling the temper of fight or flight dividing the wind.
© 2012 writing mojo
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Last Updated on March 20, 2012
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