This is a special valentine’s post.
Thought I should share something I wrote in my Journal, just incase you find me having a glass of wine alone and very uninterested in any form of flattery from a man..
Deceitful reflecton of my artistic soul…..
Oh my artistic soul,what a work of art it is…
Pitch dark hue evenly shaded,bordered by voids beautifully embroidered by bloodstained scars yearning to reach out, yet caged behind bars of fear and shreds of broken trust. Keenly I sketch a deceitful reflection, yet flatly I fail to colour it. For as I dip the paintbrush in the heart to give thy reflection a final touch….all I find is a cold block, the paint has gone cold from the hate it received at the price of
and the silk bright color…so pale, contaminated with droplets of despair.
Wait a minute….I could style it up, Fashion is an art too… isn’t it?
Purchase a scarf..maybe scarlet..some colour sounds great.
Blind thee from thy deceit.
“Designer sounds good…Louis Vuitton scarlet scarf it is!!…”
oh no! I cant afford it 🙁
I gambled it all. All that was in my precious bank, my purity savings…
All gone for the price of being told am beautiful..
Maybe I could find some change.
Skeptical I feel as my mind whirls up in a confusion storm,
Should I spend this change? what is left? should I save it for the one???
He’d probably be an investment, use what is left of my pennies of broken trust that are tethered to fear and despair, accumulate great interests. Then slowly turn them to a pot of wealthy rich hopeful tomorrows and wipe out all the unpaid loans and debts of painful yesterdays.
..…or maybe he will just be another pyramid scheme, promise to melt the cold frozen paint with heated passion and forbidden love,gently filter what is left of my pennies to his advantage,cunningly diminish my cents of hope with void promises of magical dawns and inconceivable wealthy tomorrows….
what to do?….unanswered questions,unfinished pieces of poetry,unheard cries…
they call me the runaway bride, I guess they were never wrong…am just another girl who bites the dust…
Indecisive, not because of her uncertainites but because of her bruised past that not only left her scarred,but crippled.
SHEER SKIRT : CENTRE POINT EGYPT
BLACK BOOB TUBE DRESS (skirt worn over it to transform it to a top) : NO LIMIT, MOMBASA KENYA
STEVE MADDEN BLACK MARLENEES: SALON TOUCH, MERU ROAD MOMBASA KENYA.
WATCH: GUESS, EGYPT
GOLD NECKPIECE : SONARA BUDHA JEWELLERY STORE, MOMBASA KENYA
LIPSTICK: MAC RUBY WOO (matte)