Christina Ross Poems

The more I think about all we’ve been through
The more I realize how hard letting you go
Really was.
The more I think about all we’ve been through
...

Atop a mountain built so high
Sits a little house all alone it sighs
With windows so tall and wide
The ground below seems so small
...

Violence erupting all around,
Scrolling the bottom of my tv.
The baseball game has lost all sound,
Nothing but blurs of color do I see.
...

Everything crashes.
No sudden movment.
All at once- a turn
For the worst.
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That knock on the door
Sent me to the floor
'We're sorry. He didn't make it home.'
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Everytime I see you-
I force myself
Not to roll my eyes.
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As the fog rolls in
I roll out
No sign of life for miles....
...

Only dust waltzes passed me
And even it seems to be scarce.
As I lie perfectly still
On a ridge in the heart of the desert
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A young girl cries alone at night
Left with a broken heart
She wants so badly to let go
She has repeatedly fallen down
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