Annie Jane Poems

Books half opened
Lines half written
A bridge half built is halfway there.
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Today I'm told to love you,
Told to tell the world I love you...
As if I could forget that truth
For the remainder of the year.
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I do not love you by comparison.
It isn't borne of desperation, pride, or pain.
I do not need you for counsel, release.
I do not dream of you to alter you or your words.
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I have the want but not the means
To cry, and so I let the trees
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You are something
Beyond classification or description.
Something sensory.
Something
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I am walking with you, barefoot,
My steps impressed with the weight
Of your love.
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Locket.

Two halves, hinged, backed in gold and carved so carefully.
Two faces, inside, set apart and kept behind glass.
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Birdsong
With curtains drawn,
The sky outside
Is black, and warns
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Where do I begin?
Simple question, literal question.
Where do I begin,
And is all you see the whole of me?
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