Della Perry Poems

There are moths in The Louvre
A curious prison
Flitting insane faeries
Smacking tiny, furry wings
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The vile ones, love it
Enjoy to stir it up
Watch from across the table
To sip it burns your lips
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My soul, you must understand
Is within these poems
Truth is hidden within the lines of verse
I have to write my life, my worth onto blank paper
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So I must settle for being the light entertainment
Nothing serious
Nothing vital
Just the one who is there
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His arms reach down around us
Big, bulky and terrifying
His feet are rooted to the spot
Swaying slightly in the breeze
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The kitchen is rank
Dishes soaking in cold water
Tea stained spoons, coffee stained mugs
Carpet is dusted in dog hair, a snowfall of white
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I am at war with my self esteem
Wolves smiling, falsity, lies
Want me to stand against the wall
To blend in to the background of their selfish lives
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She is the Queen of Fake
Lovely and thin, sick in the bin
Every hour without fail.
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I remembered you well within my heart
You were always the best, that will never part
On a winter's morn, looking out into the wood
Recalling your face, your unyielding love
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Spaceships flying through the stars
Training Jedi fighters
Annakin and Luke Skywalker
R2D2 and C3PO
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