Ashley Morrell Poems

I've been cut deep from these rugged remains. and i'm struggling to wipe away the stains. all i'm left with are these augmenting pains.

I've been windswept off my feet when i searched for these remains. an archaelogical excavation that never yearned to end.
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The heart is not set in stone, it smudges just as easy as it was written. like dust between your fingers you try to recite words to the play; but they fade in dissaray.

I'm writing equations to solve the problems but i can never find an answer. i'm in detention for forgetting what it was to be a liar.
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Watch how they come. watch how they go. You are golden and we are ticking. Your hand touches the cold pane as the drops descend with disdain; like they know your pain. A compass points to north, with every sole brings no remorse. you watch how the numbers merge into one. Watch.Watch.Watch.

Two clocks tick, the runaway bride listens; she turns her head and stops.
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Ever feel like your falling? waiting for someone to catch you.

what if i was the pear and you were the apple? where would we both meet?
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My hearts thawed and it's waiting to defrost; but at what cost? .

As I breathe in the morning fog I roam around like another stray dog.
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Can you walk in a straight line on your very own time line? suspended in a moment that makes it so jagged and hopless to complete.

Take a walk with elvis on his 1000 yard walk so all you can do is talk about what's to come.
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You glide along with your kite, you are mesmerised by it's beauty and how easily it moves. You listen to the sounds the wind makes as it passes through, and wish you could be so soft.

As you walk along the cracks from the earthquake, your mind stops wandering as it follows the tracks and starts to focus on what needs to be done.
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Her bright eyes stare at me; like a light switch she makes me glow. I fear that's all i can show. three words are never enough to describe a million feelings that grow.

I never thought I could smile until her bright eyes showed me how.
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