Category: Poems
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Rain
I stood in the rain,Partly to feel it land on my face,But mostly so that it could hide my tears,It has all felt so overwhelming lately,Needless emotions of sadness wash over me like a wave,Filling me with the narrative that I am unimportant,The silence in the room and the void of notifications on my phone,Ring…
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Drawn
I don’t know what it is, But I find myself drawn to you, You still my overthinking mind, Your steady presence is my centre, I sink into the depths of your emerald eyes, Trace my fingers across your inviting lips, Your body draws me in, In a dance we do so smoothly, Fitting my every…
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Scared, But Diving In
Despite the fear of crashing and burning,I am always willing to take a deep breath and dive in,Life is about taking chances,Risks vs reward, I have never wanted to wonder what if,This was the difference between the two of us,You were all words, and no action,I took the leap and you let my hand go…
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Glass Heart
I have a gift for you, I have given it much thought,To find a way to show to you,Just how much I feel about you,This gift isn’t one you can find in a store,Yet it took me some time to gather and collect,Parts of it, dented and possibly bruised,I am handing over my glass heart,Trying…
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86,400 Seconds
There are 86,400 seconds in a day,We barely notice as they tick on by,But, all of mine are consumed with thoughts of you,Anxiety fills all of the silences you send my way,Your time goes by the same as mine, exceptNone of your time is spent thinking of me,If this were the case, I would know,…
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When You Look At Me…
When you look at me what do you see?Do you see the scared little girl who saw too much too soon?When you look at me, what do you see? Do you see the mind filled with unnecessary self-doubt?When you look at me, what do you see? Do you see the repressed version of myself, I…
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Lips
Your lips,Caught my attention when we first met,Two perfectly formed mounds made just for kissing,As your tongue slowly glides across your bottom lip,I imagine my fingers reaching across,Tracing its shape, Wondering what it would taste like on mine,Soft, supple and welcoming,Biting mine with precision and passion,Moving its way around with ease,Your hands on my neck,…
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