Paige Keever Poems

Good days,
Bad days,
They're all just days.
Torn into little peices.
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Step into my helpless home
Carry me to my helpless bed
Where so many fires have blown
Hide behind my door and wait for him to come
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She never screams
You would never know the pain
Until its to late
Everything's shaded
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I can see you
See the misery
I can hear you
Hear the lies
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He is to me the reason the world still rotates.
His eyes dance around me like a shower of falling stars.
His voice is like a dead wind soft but intense.
His hair so soft like a field of wheat that calls to me.
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My dearest love
I think of you daily
And how i miss your gentle hand
The one that caressed my cheek
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