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Flowers By Cassandra..


Sidesteping the flowers on the floor,
Petals scattered everywhere it would seem.
Every once in a while, You'd give them to me.
Now they lay against the carpets.
Each one representing a mistake.
Not simply because it was beautiful,
Or perhaps needed a home.
No, It was given to me because something
Was wrong.
I tried to comprehend all of this as I sat,
But nothing seemed to make sence anymore.
I can remember every one that was given to me.
Each one's moment of happiness that it brought.
And now just looking at them here,
Collecting dust, Dry and brittle.
Really they were only given to me,
When time was not an option anymore.
Each one with a meaning all their own....
Red means I wish I could but I cant.
Yellow means I thought I could but you know.
Pink means I wanted to but I was busy.
White means I love you but only when its convenient.
I will sweep these up one day.
Perhaps tomarrow.
  Highlands By Cassandra
We have taken so long to come here.
I can hear you on the oceans scream.
Come to me my child of darkness.
Wrap yourself in my arms, into the light.
My beautiful baby of the night.
You have been left alone.
I have come home to find you.
Here where I had left you before.
So many lifetimes ago.
I was an naked soul just like you.
Out to learn an adventure.
Out to make a name for myself.
Truth of the matter.
Things will never change.
The world will go on after we are gone.
I will not have made an impact.
But inside you my darling child.
Within your beautiful heart.
I am imortal I am magickal.
Why do you think I came home honey?
Just for you I was always at home here.
I always had a name within your.
Come now close your eyes with me.
Let us sleep for a while.
After that I will watch the sun rise.
We will sit on the small patch of land.
On a field of green.
Nestled into the highlands.
Where I should have been to begin with.

  Tollerance...By Cassandra
What are you willing to put up with?
What are you willing to push aside?
When you are with someone beautiful.
Does it even cross your mind?

I think not my darling dear.
You walk around aloof of her fear.
Letting her walk all over your soul.
Buried down...She is the mole.

Kindness reconsidered to the girl.
Us ugly ones have to pay the price.
For all the beautifuly ugly women.
We must suffer the strife.

I have given this much thought.
I swear to you I have, today.
Could you think any less of me?
My nerves at the last frey.

How do you stupid men tollerate that?
Why do beautifuly ugly women go so far?
To crush the sprits of yours?
Each one stand in front of my car.

I shall crush you below the tires.
I shall smuch your perfect face.
Your small minds shall splatter.
Oh...what a court room case.

This shall make headlines.
UGLY WOMAN IS TRYED.
ON A COUNT OF MURDER.
Oh...Her family will have cried..
But will you have?

Of course you will have.
Your so taken aback by her chest.
So smitten by her teeth.
Mindless chatter my dears.

Perhaps I should run over you?
And leave the beautifuly ugly girl intact.
Perhaps its you who is the problem.
I think that was the missing fact.

Tollerance my darling dear.
What are you willing to put up with?
What are you willing to push aside?
My car tire perhaps?

  How You Look At Me....By Cassandra
Its all in the way you look at me...
How your face looks when I walk into a room....
They way your eyes look....
When you think Im not looking....
The way you move to let me sit down....
Only to get a better view of my features....
The way you look at me...
You look into my very soul...
You draw out the negitive....
And cling to everything that is beautiful....
Its all in the way you look at me...
There are a million diffrent ways to see me....
So many sides to me...
But you've pushed them all aside....
To simply see me...

***This poem is for someone who looks beyond looking, For someone who has seen me in the middle of the moment of darkness....And seen me in the very glory of my goddessness...You know who you are....and I love you madly***