Rachel Henley Poems

Where does love go?
Does it leave the soul and the mind?
Oh, tell me where my parents keep it!
How can you make it last for all time?
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If I do not board this train now,
I am afraid I never will.
This place is beautiful,
this place is all I ever wanted,
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We exchange glances,
like cars on the motorway,
a smirk here, a giggle there,
the brief eye contact,
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Find in my words a friend for yourself.
In times or triumph or dispair,
your friend will always be here,
with only the words to care,
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Beloved sister,
Deep in thought you always are.
Believing your below the clouds.
When you're a star.
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I did not complain when my toes succumbed to numbness.
I did not complain when the bitter wind threw itself against me.
I did not complain when the thick mud ruined the flares of my jeans.
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I spend seconds alone,
Throwing smiles, giving waves.
I spend minutes alone,
Engaging in conversations.
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Never make love like you have before,
Never be afraid to taste danger,
And take turns to mop the floor.
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Why are poets so sad?
Why are the writers sticking feelings
in things that don't matter at all.
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You taught me to run with scissors.
I broke all the rules under the influence.
We always knew it was going to end badly.
Still I persisted to defy all regulations.
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