Tag: poem
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Lies
Muddied mystery Hiding truths. Facts. Denials. Leaving me behind.
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Sing
Forget I said anything Maybe pretend I can sing I need to tell a story And all its love and glory Could maybe be better than a bee sting
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Sins
Writing poetry for my sins Was like sitting on top of pins Everyone wanted me to stop But that would only happen when I did pop Or grew a pair of fins
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Martyr
She called herself a martyr But one that was a ferocious non-starter On the eve of her death She was determined to take one last deep breath Then ran to catch her charter
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Warmth
Silence compounding Bitter winter cold. Breathing Warmth into my home
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Purpose
Does it serve purpose? Does the sun shine down on you? Are the cosmos right?
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Gardeners
She is keeping tabs Do not let her get away Carnivorous plants