What makes a coward?
Hate easily befits the void created by love. Easily. Like it was one and the same being.
She smiled the same infectious smile. While her heart was tattered into pieces. She smiled and it hurt just the same, like when she cried at night.
Life. Irony. Sadist.
Laugh at her timidity.
Laugh at her brave facade.
Because you see her soul through her eyes.
You watch with lecherous laughter at the storm they reflect.
But it’s not you she’s afraid off.
No.
She’s frightened of her own masochism.
Her own strength makes her weak.
Myshelle Congeries 
i feel like you see into me with so many of your poems….. they speak to me like an old familiar voice. your talent is astounding.
July 3, 2013 at 10:37 am
There’s nothing more a writer would want to hear.
It makes me happy to know I’ve touched another heart 🙂
July 3, 2013 at 10:52 am
oh, you have no idea. thank you.
July 3, 2013 at 11:31 am
🙂
July 3, 2013 at 11:35 am