Sylvia Thomas Poems

the scent,
of the flaming sweetness.

She burns from within
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the simpliest form of emotion
that complicates your world.
you never forget that
feeling
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Whilst your soul dances,
beneath the cradle of heaven's stars,
the tall grass gently caresses
your ankles.
...

For me,
To lie on the bed is to lie to myself.
I'm running, running away.
Hiding, hiding from reality.
...

Slowly stroll,
into that tiny city,
with wooden dolls
and plastic trees.
...

Wake up to find,
broken bones on barren earth,
face and hands saturated
with this unfamiliar dirt.
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The grass is greener on the other side,
That's always what they say.

Pixie dust on flower gardens,
...

Standing by the dim lamp post,
Heaven's Tears fall upon me.
Snowflakes and glitter dancing,
Flighted by the harsh wind.
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I look around me
to find nothing
but
blackness.
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With wings of white love,
and eyes of pure beauty,
she soars into the infinite sky,
and sees all from above.
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