Haley Shacklock Poems

Might my soul grow cold,
if my story lay buried- untold.
I have lived through many ends,
and witnessed countless beginnings.
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A camera cannot show the beauty on the inside
nor can a stranger see it at first glance.
I want to be someone that everybody remembers
in the best way.
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The sun was once warm
and the world once alive.
Then
the flowers wilted
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Oh, how my love for thee...
grows faster than the mid-summer flower.
And oh, how my joy with thee...
warms my heart like the fresh winter fire.
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It's your eyes.
Whenever I look into your eyes, I feel at home.
You don't just look at me.
You look through me.
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