The words haunting, comforting,
A fragment of my past drops in
Makes her random visit
To shake my once fragile world,
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Showers down like broken glass
Upon the girl who weeps
Life as known changing fast
Cannot escape in dreams.
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Leaves of green are turning fast
Another wonderful year has passed
Bigger now than the one before
Learning everyday more and more.
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Sense his eyes peering over my words, imagining
My curls falling over the page as the blue ink
Bleeds my thoughts, envisions them blond, soft
Today he is wrong. Turn my ring back to the light,
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On a trip down memory lane
Stumbled into my past of pain
Looked for the words that stained the walls
And the homemade faces Aunt Rose made for dolls
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Had a minute to jot this down
mark our evening together.
Like to write a poem before or
after memorable occassions
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Speaks of her, the mother of his children,
The team cheerleader, the only woman
Foolish enough to ever love and leave him
With such disrespect and ill intent
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Pressed flowers or pressed fairies,
it’s all the same to me,
a dream inside the pages of a book,
screaming to bring back a memory.
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Burned my eyes like shredded onions
Scavenging through my car
Searching for a napkin or cloth
To hide my shattered heart.
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I remember how she used to tell me what to do,
Always pushing me to choose what is right and proper
Bored me with her saintly ways when all I wanted
Was to lean in for one more kiss, for the feeling to
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