maggie martin Poems

from the outside, they all look the same
hair is brown, eyes are blue,
yet they’ve never met.
there’s the one that always wears a smile…
she’s content with life as is.
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I’m over you now…
I think about you every day, but it’s not the same..
imagination creates such lovely lies…
we didn’t even know each other, yet we worshipped who we hoped we could turn the other into…
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Can you talk about it?
clever words will flow without meaning, a rapid stream of logic that disguises the empty soul
temporarily….
can you talk with me?
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