Bri Lynne Poems

The rain pulls at my insides
Pulls the salt from my eyes
Reminding me of the gloom
Hiding just beyond the sunny skies
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Why are you sitting in my chair she asked
Because I don’t know how to live I answered
What are you saying, she raised her eyebrows
I think it’d be much easier to die I sighed
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Broken in the eye of the beholder
Tempted in the eyes of the weak
Stealing my glory
Losing my will to speak
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In a trance
Scared
Just to mention it
It’s hard not to
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Playing ball at two feet tall
Laughing wildly, not getting it
As he pats my head in momentary adoration
Stumbles to throw again
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I'm torn painfully in half
Between here and way over there
Between two opposing loves
Barely able to balance on these bloody feet
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As he held me unintentionally
And I thought of the way he held my heart
Hot and bleeding to his elbows
I wondered why he squished it between his fingers
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Our time together
In desperate dispositions
In tragic goodbye kisses
In harmonious happiness
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It's the bloody end
Finally it can all come undone
Tales of tall, luck stretched further
Squished smaller than you'd think
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Tomorrow has become the Sun
I've planned a fall
Angels would grimace after
Sometimes you must just follow
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