Katy Lue Poems

The air is alive on a summer day
it compliments the sweet aroma that weaves within,
The air is humid on a summer day,
it sticks to the world in such a way that the wind must shake it off,
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My tears are warm and salty
with love
lust
and desire
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The bathroom stalls are smeared with sharpie,
I'm a bad girl,
The lockers are kicked, dented and bruised,
I'm a bad girl,
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Deep in the night,
deep in the dark,
deep in the quiet that shadows the heart,
free to live and free to die,
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The pain just left,
When the blue sky rolls in,
The horizon turns visible,
And the sadness begins,
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There is sign that can not be read

by adults or children alike,
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Two paths lie before me,
Each considerably worn,
One to my left and one to my right,
My decision is evenly torn,
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Mirrors of our laughing faces,
Collections of the love,
Connect the eyes of thinking back
And seep through all the above,
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tears of salt,
tears of fire,
tears of hate
and pure desire,
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Blinded by the actions,
deaf follows the booming voice,
judgments shake oblivious to the
unconditional fate,
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