LeAnn Roderick Poems

Paint me the color that my body turns when it burns
at the thought of your touch
Brushstroke in the hues of the afterglow of ecstacy.
My cheeks the slightest hint of blush
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She painted the stars purple and blue
And hung them in the sky.
But it was only the glow
of the silver moon
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When the voice does not speak by the tongue.
When the flow fo the words cannot be inked
The heart will be made new by the tears that are weeped
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I need to see the words as they dance across the page.
I need to hear the sound of the song that can soothe
the savageness of my rage.
So kick up the beat and transport me to
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So then she said....
Then you talk to God and tell him
you want me to live.
He just smiled her and whispered, I already did.
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They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder.
I guess what they say must be true.
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When I close my eyes and let myself be guided by the sound
that whispers into my heart.
It's your voice that fills that space.
It's your voice that speaks to me.
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Cry me a river, sing me to sleep
If I should wake up lost and confused
Will you still pray my soul to keep
Yea will you pray my soul to keep
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He's the elixir, the pill, the powder and the drink.
Her companion, he's her habit, The magic in her science.
He's the one that can take her to the brink
Smiling in spite of herself. She swallows him down.
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