Samanthia Moore Poems

In the night black birds fly in
nothing left but the ol bones
rotten
left alone
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She Pretends all is fine
On the outside she fakes a smile
On the inside she cries
holding her guts in
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Wanting to be close to you
near your skin
close against you
my mind begins to overflow
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My lover lets elope here and enjoy a night of passion.
It all began with a glass of wine
The fireplace is lit.
And the tension arises.
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Who are you to tell me that i can't be me.
Just because in not a size 2.
Well neither are you.
Do a lil this.
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Glen watches lynn from across the room
he knows that he wants to indulge her
fantasizing about all the things he wants to do
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She's weary and her day's are all lows.
Friends become foes.
She can no longer see her toes.
Over the years her body has built plumpness, not merely close to obese.
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The battle is real
It's like playing battle ship
Except you never win
Your brain can never rest
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I want you to stay
Love me and say that you hate me
have you ever wanted someone so bad it hurts to let them go
these grey clouds protect me
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She laughs as she twirls around in the front yard. The grass is green beneath her little feet. The world is so new to her. Yet she's been here before.
Her oversoul once glided thru the university and galaxies. Traveling dimension after dimension.
Planet to Planet.
But how can she soar here?
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