Samantha Stough Poems

He floated down unto her bed,
Just so he could lose himself
Getting tangled in every hair on her head
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Its funny how fickle a person can be
And they think the hypocrite is me
The feeling company brings is so good at first
And then it declines to short bursts
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Gossamer threads may break to the touch,
But they seem to linger on your skin
Somehow the blood of the past winter
Seeps through the walls as they cave in
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Just wait and see,
I’ll find my spine eventually
Even though you threw it down submission’s bottomless well
It’ll be one hell of a plunge, but then I’ll have a pretty little story to tell
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Somewhere out there
There is this place by the sea
Where the waves caress the sand
And every soul runs free
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A lie so cruel
I cannot believe I still treasure
The one who hurts me most
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Something tells me
The summer has just begun
So why is it that I feel
Like it has already gone?
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What have we done here?
We prayed for something to pray for
Well, things have repeated again
What shame all the more
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Somewhere across a misty, black sea,
Revolution is breaking at dawn
But in this safe little cage of mine,
Time just seems to slowly roll on
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Feelings denied
And thoughts hidden
Roaming in a strange land of diversions,
I once thought to be forbidden
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