In the flecks,
Between the blues,
Browns,
Or green,
Hidden beneath the lies,
Do you see me?
In her kiss,
Drawn out and slow,
Eyes closed,
Does she know you’re comparing?
Does she know about your ears?
Bet she doesn’t know I exist,
Never will,
But I know just enough about her to hurt.
© Elizabeth Daniel
Excerpt from Diary of a Poet
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About the Author
From a very young age, Elizabeth knew she was meant to be a writer. Around 8 or so, she started with little poems inside birthday cards. As years went by, poetry became her safe haven in a world full of chaos and beauty. Through written words, she found her voice. A voice according to doctors, she was never supposed to have. Today at 34, she still re- reads those poems from the early days. Now housed on her bookshelf in old binders.
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