I searched my heart
for beautiful stories,
For love that was
fated for happy endings
I willed my pen to write
of joy, laughter, light and
some flowers; a happy story
But the reality has its claw
in me. What really is happy
if not delusion. A few laughs
and unending hurts.
Nasa
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My heart spills words in her finery and my fingers move in tune to the song it makes, creating a picture for you to see and be whole. I am Nasa and I write
