POEMS

  My baby, my baby, You never tried to claim me, You held your words, Like they were thorns, And gave your love, To every storm. You never once stood by my name, I watched you smile, I stayed the same, You touched a world, That i could see, But never brought the world to me. You say you know what sorrow means, But never ask about my dreams, I speak in silence, You don't hear, I live in shadow You live clear. Blood may run with silent slaughter, But I still drift- the river's daughter. You looked at me, but never close You held a hand, but not for hope And I keep waiting Soft and still For you to see If you will All I wanted was a glance Not love, not vows, just one  small chance But i bet on hearts That never bother And I remain- The river's daughter. I am not your blood I am not your bone But i have cried Like I was home And blood may run, but runs no farther.. Than where you left- THE RIVER'S DAUGHTER

A sun-child is a moon-child gone , Who learned to smile and just hold on. Like papayas forced to ripen fast, She wore a skin that couldn't last. They sold her glow in golden jars , But dimmed her dreams, eclipsed her stars. She spoke in light, but breathed in night- A fading flame dressed up in bright. Her laughter cracked like painted glass, Too thin to hold the weight she'd pass. A sweetness missing in her care, She looked complete, but felt no more. But somewhere quiet, far from eyes, Where no one shapes, and no one buys, She'll ripen slow beneath the moon- Forgotten, yes- but sweet and soon .