Cheré Mason Poems

This week end I went fishing
A fish in mind to catch
I went wishing, wishing, wishing
To catch a perfect catch
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A friend is a friend
This much is true
Best friends we were
Me and you
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In the pouring rain I see her standing
The cold wind blowing against her naked legs
She used to be such a grand thing
Before daddy sent her to work in the kegs
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Pitter-patter, pitter-patter
Rain drizzles down my soul
A slight shower turns to a storm
While my hands are cupped like a bowl
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She sits quietly in the corner of her bedroom.
Windows and curtains shut.
Smudged make-up filthies her young face.
Tears crystallize in an eternity of regret.
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There is nothing but deep silence around me
Only the faint feel of a wind long dead in this place
The dying sky is a paler shade than ivory
Licked with bleeding lips of lace
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Close your eyes
Hold on tight
I’ve a surprise
One you’ll like
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The sun shines down heating her skin
The wind is still, today she’ll win
She lies on her tummy watching the world
This place is her oyster and she sees her pearl
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I walk up to the mirror
The one placed near my bed
I take a deep look within
Only to notice my lips are red
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As the chilling breeze enters my mind
I feel around for the inspirations I find
Picking up pieces of lives off the floor
My passion is a world with many an open door
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