Dannielle DeCicco Poems

What if you could taste the smell of Roses?
Or touch the sound of Laughter
To cultivate the hubris of a childs’ first word
And To captivate the passion of your very first love
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My well is full of wishes
My wishes full of lust
My minds’ free to dream
But my soul is chained to trust
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<It wasn’t about you
It wasn’t about me
It was acceptance of weaknesses
Or setting them free
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Appearing Unyielding to the Presence of Void
Trying not to hurt you
Trying not to hurt too.
Tired of wanting you to want me
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