Lilly Rose Poems

Shock is an anesthesia…
The calm before the storm,
The numbness I felt by his parting.
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Dear Ex-Lover,
Your distrust plauges me so.
I miss your loving presence,
that sly, playful smile.
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I don't want to be the lighthouse, tonight.
I don't want to be the caretaker.
I don't want to remember that previous occupant.
I don't want to be Humanity's Guardian.
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The music is loud.
The sound crescendos.
It courses through her veins, blood.
It is magic to her.
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Colour.
That simple 'u'.
It changes the shape, the flavor.
No longer an adjective.
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He is the left,
a colour of grey and violet.
This twisting, somber,
indecisive, beautiful,
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Your fingers play upon the frets.
She is your lover.
The Musician's Expression.
You look so stunning
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White.
The color of Innocence.
Hers.
She wears white.
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When my eyes close,
I see your face.
A smile plays across your lips,
Joy radiates from your form.
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Tree,
How did you grow tall?
Was it the soil?
The air? The atmosphere?
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