All Her Dirty Secrets

She certainly was an old one, so unique

An old soul, the perfect past life whisperer,

She has tried living in a number of places

Though not mentally involved enough for her.

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She was bored with this life, forever unsure

Wanting to be anywhere else but here,

She struggled to know what to do with herself

Her wildness refusing to give in to the fear.

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She was wound tight, pacing across the room

Worrying her lip as she thought it all through,

Her heart racing, pounding out its bloody beat

Her nerves stretched, pondering her point of view.

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The only time her tired soul would discover relief

Was when she allowed herself to love someone new,

She balked at this solution, as she is well aware

It never ended well for her, as time has proved.

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She knew of another solution, a way to find peace

At night, as she battles sleeplessness and regrets,

She would spend the time watching the bright moon

The Queen of the night, as she told her dirty secrets.

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I was on a leisurely stroll myself, one dark night

As I saw her sitting on her verandah, smiling gleefully,

She caught my eye, still smiling, and softly spoke

“I was the cause of the heavenly angels envy today

As my nightmarish demons finally bowed to me.”

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