Pressure Point To Start My Period

the unknown, Yves Doe Pastel

illustration of the author, the rose and hummingbird!

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UNKNOWN

I never dreamed these rosy tales

That number is moving

And I found some silly

The princess prisoner in a dungeon

a lover jealous retain their knees

Ready for torturing if she broke her chains

Monster posted to his cell on guard

And the prince of a suicidal cripple love naive

Ready to die to save the queen of his heart

I am moved by the stranger came from nowhere This traveler to

eyes full of nostalgia

Seek the road to his hotel

one that carries with it so many tragedies unknown

And who deserves to put his head on a shoulder

It does crying inside but suffer

The modesty which never speaks of love

But who is watching from the agonies and mistrust

sincere attentions of those who do not take him

Nothing she does to monetize its peacefulness

Nothing she does of herself without losing her dignity

Nothing she does finally find a husband for his rest.

May 2010

Yves Doe Pastel