My heart sometimes
(Whenever)
Skips a beat
Gentle flurries of continuous motion –
The flicker of a flashing light,
It reminds me every time
To count my blessings every day
To say the words I want to say
To pen the lines I need to write
Because today might be my very last.
With painted lips
I taste your being
With delicate hands
I feel you grow
With open eyes
I admire your desire
Hold me
Love me
Never let me go
For my heart is but
Porcelain
In your hold
Life breathed into us
Is as bubbles flying in
Blowing wind, fragile
A Poem I decided not to publish
Eccentric
Crazy lady
Sometimes I am an introvert
Want to be left alone
And sometimes I don’t
Sometimes I am so sad
Not finding any relief from
The sheer darkness within
Other times my heart is happy
And my soul is glad
Always feeling, passionating
Not resonating
With the normal others
That would encompass me
Handle me with care
Wrapped in my own world
My own thoughts
Magical mysteries inside of me
Enjoying my own company
And the world created so exquisitely
I’m a writer
I’m a dreamer
I’m a coder
I’m a walker
I’m a talker
I can lead, I can follow
I can laugh, I can cry
Very easily
I can love, I can live
I am aware, I breathe
Sensitive
Transparent
A world of contrasts
Wrapped into one
This is me, I am Vonita
Moving towards the light
Passioning through Poetry
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