Laura Way Poems

His body perfect, his suit well-tailored and sleek,
His soft lips at my neck, my forehead, my cheek.

Him in his suit and me in my dress and corset,
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I felt perfectly at peace.
The sun was shining down on my face.
Lying on my back with the grass towering above me.
I got up and continued walking among the perfumed flowers and the beautiful butterflies.
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Flying high in the sky,
as lonely as can be.

Flying high in the sky,
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The dress is picked out.
My make-up is done.
But still an hour to go
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Icicles hanging from the window ledge, like jack frost’s crown.

Trees swaying in the frosty breeze, like old skeletons chattering.
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Cameras flashing everywhere they go.
Everyone looks to them.
Loved by most but not by all.
Exciting lives.
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Autumn days, when the grass is jewelled
And the silk inside a chestnut shell
Jet planes meeting in the air to be refuelled
All these things I love so well
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Autumn is when,
Leaves all turn shades of brown and flutter down from the trees.

Autumn is when,
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Howling at the full moon.

The agony of transforming, human to wolf.
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