Mostly poems and art, some quotes and short stories. Not everything is an original of mine, so if it isn't I will state so on the page. 😊
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Oh my gosh! #1 in original poems!!
If she showed you her palms They would be calloused They would be raw and red and purple They would be bleeding and scarred They would be trembling yet determinedly still They would be heartbreaking and heart aching But she didn't show you her palms And only now in old words written by those hands Can you see how they would have looked If only she showed you But it's too late So I fold the corner of each page of her dying book
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Thursday 5/March/20:
Hail then snow mean your words are soft and slow Sand then grime mean your hands are wrapped around mine Windows and fires mean your being is my liar Because you no longer exist but I still persist Force your life into reality even though reality abandoned you
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Thursday 5/March/20:
Burning paper White ashes Amongst embers
Words stay Still legible Amidst flames
Words trust With touch Your dust
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Later that day- Thursday 5/March/20
Can I have a moment To see again what you are? Why do I want you so much? What is it about you That I love?
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