Hermione Femalton Poems

Happiness is nothing;
When life feels like death,
Happiness is nothing;
When nothing gives you breath.
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No black door to hide behind;
You're feeling so exposed.
Now you're gone, they don't need you;
You have been disposed.
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You're frustrated and you're bitter,
No-one caught you when you fell,
Now you're poisoning relationships
With the lies you tell.
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Her face is cut and dirty,
Her clothes are ripped and torn,
She sheltered under door-ways;
Weary and forlorn.
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Who could spare a glance,
For the angel with broken wings?
Who could stop to hear,
The crying song she sings?
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A simple cross,
Upon the door;
A scarlet stain,
On the wooden floor.
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Do you recall my name?
And the place where we met?
Do you recall that night?
With the swelter and the sweat.
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the ponk, red, golden sun-set;
Blooming like the flower,
leading the gentle sky,
Towards the mid-night hour.
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How could this be happening?
I don't know what to do.
Is this a sort of punishment?
How could this be true?
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The nights are always long,
The days are even longer.
I feel as though I'm dying,
Will it make me stronger?
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