Sheryl Joy Olano
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Stories by Sheryl Joy Olano
I would have my makeup done
Just a glide of lipstick
On my lips, and I’d undo my bun
A few minutes and I’d be on the run
I’d...
Out of the many people
That knocked on my door,
I chose to give my heart
To people who swore
To stand by me, lose or win.
Whoever thought so...
I melt into thoughts of you
Till coffee in the afternoon turns gray
Until the day can no longer stay
Until the night chooses to take you away
And...
Your every word flutters down,
Butterflies to the ground
Loosens me... in a spiral
Of warring rainbow strings
My whirlpool... is your smile...
If you should take my heart away; do it fast and do it now. I’m giving it away; I have no use of it now. It deserves to be punctured, deserves...
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