Melancholy Moods

Melancholy Moods
Life has given me more than enough,
Have I had enough love?
Enough laughter?
Enough joy?
Enough sorrow?
Enough sadness?
Enough stress?
Life has give me enough
And I want more.
The desires of my heart denied
Trampled and broken.
I reached my hand out to pluck
the forbidden fruit
and I receive pain for my effort.
A pin prick of blood wells up
as poison courses through my veins.
I am destroyed.
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About Isabella LeCour

She is nothing more than the collections of thoughts placed into the virtual worlds. She is a poet, a mother, a lover, many things to different people. But mostly, she is nothing but smoke and mirrors - some ethereal thing that blinks in an out of existence.
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