Cheyenne Joyner Poems

Walking towards the building
Going in
Drinking
Smoking
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My hair flying in the wind
My face is hit by the soft rain
I wait by the bridge
He's supposed to be here
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I sit
I take notes
The teacher keeps talking
I look at the clock
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I’ve seen her
She sat next to me in class
She never talked
Her head was always down
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What is love?
Is it being there for someone?
Or listening to them?
Is it just kissing?
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The snow falls on the roofs
The wind blows it across the street
The town looks white
Oh what a beautiful sight
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