Jennavieve Agnus Beular. Poems

Different lullabies play in my ear softly as you sing me to sleep tonight,
The fright.
The darkest clouds rise overhead, memories will come to show you're the one.
I need.
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I lay upon you my lips.
Kissing death as I reach my internal cry.
My love is not a mere shallow swell of endearment, nor a scam of deceit.
You love me?
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Thinking and pondering through my mind.
I come across a file of forgotten memories.
Set upon it is a lock.
I seem to find the key with ease.
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Intentions cruel, expectations low.
As the wind passed by,
You came now you go.
I close my eyes,
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I try to conjour up the words in my head that sound good to the spoken world.
I'm dead.
I haven't a thought of another than you, than myself.
I lie here filled with anticipation,
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Love is a poem in itself.
It screams for help.
The lonesome cry can't be ignored,
You are adored.
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