Sharron Stephenson Poems

my body is tender to the beats of your heart
your words sends a shiver of pleasure down
the spine of pictures
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the day I walked away from the arms of his
the crush of a tear down the cheek

the week of hell and pain
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to place a label over the heart
to wish a penalty on the arm of a friend
frame the eyes with thorns of ice
cover the uniqueness of the colour of the skin
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my roof is brick
my windows are glass
my doors are made from wood
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pictures are just words in colour
movies are just emotion in movement
life is normal to be scared
call upon the goodness of others
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the road i walk
the gate i close
the path i choose
the cloud i see
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the buds of flowers grow day and
night
the light and rain sends the laughter
and rain
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my wishes my dreams my hopes
my lows my highs my days
my laughs my tears my fears
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to seek the truth through the loving
arms of mine

to mind the mind gaps by the touch
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when the love in the eye has lost the sparkle
when the heart loses the beat
when the pulse has stopped
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