Deana Rode Poems

I want to touch you
to feel your body between my fingers
and absorb you through my skin
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You were my dearest friend
created in our innocence
forged by private conversations
bonded by our shared experiences...
...

Hello.

I am the person you talk to
hoping I'll give you my friends' status.
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Here lies the shell of who I used to be;
shattered remains of the girl with bright eyes
and a brighter heart
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Today I looked at you
and got the feeling that
maybe you still love me
and that perhaps this time
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After you say goodbye,
where do I go?
Your world has been my own
for such a long time.
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I tell you Love doesn't exist;
That it is nothing more than a myth...
I tell you nothing is worth the pain I feel;
That I am better off without it...
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Sometimes I wonder if you feel it;
the residue of the love we shared
that's left in your bed;
if its fingers go through your body
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How many days must I wait
until you and I reunite
How long must I bear this god forsaken pain
until you return to my empty arms
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up and down
all around
falling and rising
crashing to the ground
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