Poetheart Morgan Poems

the tree, sparkling lights that i envy
i would like that glow comes from me, to divide
so i envy.... the silver, the english porcelain, the crystal cups
all that things we can buy
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I worry about my past
not that he has anything special
what worries me are those that I left behind
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hovering upon me
a big Ash Tree
as i lay down looking up

but ashes that drops on my face
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Gate 53 now is closed

all tickets for sale
is now past
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I was wondering about us
If realy love is or infatuation is
Or if your realy love left you
You need satisfy your desert heart
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The seal, the law and voice

sends without fear some strong words
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Write about heart

a leap in the dark
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Gnawing me
tiny, tiny
as a mouse to a piece of cheese
small, insistently
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I was taking your image with me
from the beginning, so long.....
difficult to talk about you
I know you so douce
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Oh! Lady bright!

sleeping so calm
after the tempest of light
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