Joan Hart Poems

Your fingers electrify my skin
And send shivers down my spine
I’m so very aware
Of your hand in mine
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They measure intelligence -
The reflection of the mind

They measure your appearance
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It's such a struggle
to keep these feet on the ground,
they seem intent to fly.
What use is my head
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Bottom of the bottle
I’m visiting tonight.
I’m swiftly on my way -
Your face is in my sight.
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I look the same
as I did yesterday
as I stare into the mirror
Just the same girl
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Your eyes lead to places
As cold and hard as stone
Your stubbornness leaves you
Destined to be alone
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This skin I wear
Doesn’t fit
It’s tight in some places,
Smothering me
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Teacher teach me
How to speak
This language -
I’ve been mute
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Beautiful -
I despise the word.
Satan was God’s most
Beautiful
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I am light,
A feather that rides
On gusts of wind.
My feet graze the Earth faintly
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