Things keep seeming to just fall into place
This precious book I bought so long before.
I could tear out the past
In this new world the colours are so rich
For now I know my dreams are of truth
Tamyka Bell
As you fall into my arms
And words spill onto this page -
A torrent of emotion,
Of beauty
But not of glamour.
No artificial being could be polished to glow or shine
But this being is true.
I did not know what it was meant for,
And I marred its beauty
With splashes of red,
Of anger, of hurt,
That hid in my head and my heart.
Only now, after this new start,
Do I realise its purpose.
But it would serve no good
For the memories linger.
And that old hurt is just one colour.
Should I grow dim then help me to glow
And answer my prayers once again.
And now I stand within the light
And now I am where I belong
And now I know you are real.
10 August, 2004
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