Dakota Ellerton Poems

Dream lived suicides, swarm through the youth like rain, slipping through cracks and corners, leaking into everything safe.
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I stood there subconciousley,
as you walked through the doors.
My heart fell to my feet,
as I realized what was going on.
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With innocence and honesty swept past the looking point,
I shiver in solitude.
The words so fragile and dismantling,
conquer me a mute.
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He stood a whisper, clouding in my mind.
Echoed through time and time again,
to pierce such an unpenitrable vulnerability.
He gripped his palm around my heart,
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A bitter kiss,
to taste so sweet.
Of loving eyes
which pace a beat.
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I tried to bretahe,
but gasped for air as the tears ran down my face.
I could feel my hands shaking,
as I tried to grasp my heart between my palms.
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As I sat there,
with an endless supplies of pills in my hands,
a little pair of feet stood beside me.
Someone had placed their hand on my back,
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When I hold my breath..
My world tunes out,
I can’t hear anything,
I lose my sight,
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As the dripping drops of deception came and left, like snowflakes on a mission to fall and melt against our warm flesh, through enlightenment and inspiration she did love as if he, and only he, was all that had remained in her heart.

To drown in endless - and drops of Jack trickling down her throat, into the dwelling soul she’d burdened her and I and you with - she held to such an impossible insecurity that everything was pulling and pushing to the tips of her fingers as they had once and finally slipped through the spaces he had unknowingly filled.
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As simple and pure as a breath of rain she clears my mind with a peaceful undoubting love of innocence for her soul, and mine. Her smile makes me twinge as I walk below the skylight domes of paradise that sleep beneath an endless cosmic starry twilight across the sapphire blue.

In sight and sound and touch and taste I can think of any color and my palate would dance to green and red and purple - as her lips made way to part a smile on mine to sync with her fingers caressing my skin, the warmth of an intamite love of trust and want couldn’t have drapped over us more perfectly.
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