Katherine Byrd Poems

Look at me.
What am I?
The girl in the corner,
A person left to die.
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I felt you with me;
Now no longer.
You have pushed me from the tree
But I've learned, it makes me stronger.
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I find myself in the same place,
Alone and terribly cold.
Just stuck in the same case,
Making me recall teary times of old.
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My heart was broken,
Shattered into millions on the ground, like glass.
To him it was a friendly token,
But I closed off and said ‘do not trespass.'
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It is evening as I sit alone
In the fading light, hearing a silent moan,
With only a little candle light.
I think of wanting love, the coming night,
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My eyes wander to the window glass
And I see the sky crying
On tree, dirt, and grass,
Like a lover's broken heart of truth lying.
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I want us to love.
For life to be as simple as this:
A person that cares for me, like keeper to dove
And for emptiness to be exchanged to bliss.
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