tumbing waves,
of sunkissed strawberries
splashes of blue
framed behind
glass windows
and black lace curtains
an ocean of irish cream
sprinkled with cinammon
natural in almost
every way
a rarity in itself
not a breathtaking beauty
but gentle beauty
has been etched in
with care
where superficial beauty is lacked
a silent strength resides
and in turn radiates
a beauty all her own
up on the highest shelf
is where i sit
deserted and broken,
covered in dust.
once i was whole and loved,
cherished and taken care of,
others now take my place.
in your arms,
in your heart.
i'm torn and empty,
deserted and broken,
covered in dust
