Leslie Alexis Poems

The burden was too much for them to bear.
After holding on through the hell
they fell under the weight of heaven's tears
and made a beautiful carpet for all to see,
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The mistletoe lies on the floor
so kisses are planted on the feet.
Cobwebs hang above the door.
This house is for trick or treat.
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Love cannot be written of
neither its securities
nor its insecurities,
its high-points or low-points
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Love has whispered, but never shouted my name
And its glory I have not known.
Yet, though I know not of it, I regard it as worthy,
As precious, as the ultimate treasure
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I’m stuck in a dream
That’s made of hot air
Quickly moving, uncomfortable
Full of despair.
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Tell me that love is not a burden
And I will tell you that you have not loved

1,
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Death is a blessing
I want to rest
My life is over
I gave it my best.
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Her name I'll never give my child,
because she has been found to be wild.
I find it hard to be proud of her,
She's the worst of mother nature.
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He who loves cleanliness would use a broken broom
to sweep away the remnants of yesterday;
on his hands and knees he would go,
and would not get up until the floor
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O time, why must you be so steadfast
in your plight to go forward?
Just this once, rewind, that I might undo
this thing I've done.
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