Francisca Darko

The blades, they cut, rip at her soles
The blackened shards, put there by your hand, maybe her own
But she'll smile, it's already a lesson learnt- she dances alone,
Upon your jewelled throne, you sit and condone
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The table was set with the sweets and the trinkets
The one they came to meet was laid in a blanket
Of all their kisses and the hugs
And all their pinches and the tugs
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When I pray,
I pray for the last dropp of snow
For the cute little button on the young doe's nose
For the last drip of chocolate on the mixing spoon
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I write on my page
Embedded they sink
Describing an image
With nothing but ink
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The heavens open
And the rain errupts
The sky has spoken
There's no way to interrupt
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If you give me a box
Wrapped in satin
A key for it's lock
And a heart shaped curtain
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Wouldn't it be nice to fly?
I'd stretch out my arms
Elongate my palms
Watch the feathers grow
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She will do up her hair
It will shimmer in a bonnet
Polish those cheeks, fair
She'll reread his dashing sonnet
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Fragrance fills the air as the early morning greets sunshine with as heart filled smile.
Through the breeze of the cold hurl of winter, he stares unseen, a shadow among our mist.
He smirks cunningly at you with darting blue glasses of pearl
But I see
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The clarifications of my heart
A blister of the heavenly thwart
That engraved a mark of confusion
A scene of my problem in a caption
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Through the bad times,
I'll be there
Through the good times
We will share
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Is waiting a part of living or dying?
Because when the clock hands stop turning
and the mind stops remembering
It's hard to know if this so called life is worth living
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He grabs and he snatches
Unlucks all the latches
The words that he clutches
Are the sparks that he patches
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