Paige Johnson Poems

In the still of the morning
Blue-white light filters in through the blinds
While the world around me says good morning
I've yet to say goodnight
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Tonight, a light
Has gone out, forever
Never shall I see one like it again
Not ever
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Sweet little one
How you fill up my heart
With your eyes all aglow
In ways you'll never know
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Hair like burnished onyx, draped o'er somber blades
Garbed in silken turquoise, cascading down in waves
Upon her sunken features, beneath skin of ivory pearl
Frozen on papyrus, exists a hollow girl
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Your scent lingers on cold clothes
Putting my memory to shame
I breathe you deeply, but lord knows
It will never be the same
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The world around me, moves, so slowly
I try to fade, become part of this, facade
But their eyes, just stare, drowning me with this fear
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There is, something special, about this girl
With her eyes aglow, Watch her red curls unfurl
From the knot, that kept them, out of her face
She spins on her own, to her slow steady pace
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Take this disaster and shrug it off
Laugh in the face of your own demise
Hold the Good Book high and know its lies
In your place another will rise
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