mi amiga

mi amiga,
such innocuous beliefs,
of skies that are purple,
of dreams that are tangible,
of ethereal existing

mi amiga,
what about the love that's unrequited,
tears that do not condone,
with feelings,
aggravating bits of existence

mi amiga,
the mistress of darkness,
soughts for placid truth,
beneath sordid humor,
underneath some masked gallantry

mi amiga,
chipped and stained,
broken and fixed,
shattered like glass,
stand on the broken pieces, with valiance so strong

mi amiga,
if love was too perfect,
if love was too beautiful,
if love wasn't a war,
if love always wins

mi amiga,
the melting seconds of time,
the dripping hot wax of the sun,
falling like giant drops of blood,
heat that transcends,
augmented tears

mi amiga,
tis all but naive
broken dreams once dreamt,
by the weaver of dreams,
me

mi amiga,
with apologies so sincere,
blunders this mind,
wavering on cloud nine

mi amiga,
thou shalt always remain,
happy with ecstasy,
shattered or broken
mi amiga

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"and being a girl could be about interest rates and skinny jeans, riding bikes and wearing pink. not about any one thing, but everything" - along for the ride, sarah dessen