Source:  We Heart It

Source: We Heart It

 
She was always different from the rest
Inside her head
while they were into clothes
and makeup
 
A deep thinker
An old soul
 
A wise woman
once told her
she had lines of wisdom
between her eyes
 
She was only twelve 
at that time
Always searching for
something
Not knowing what
 
People mattered
Books a necessity
Music was her lifeline
Why was she Different?
 
Who was she
searching for?
The faceless man
of her dreams
Who was she…
really?
 
Her grandmother
read palms and
tea leaves
Spoke of auras
and past lives
What were hers?
 
Some said there
was gypsy blood
Others said she
had the blood
of the Ancient Ones
Druids…
Pagans…
Picts…
 
Who was she?
 
Copyright © 2014 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
 
 
 
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