RushelleLyn LombardiOrton Poems

I may not know what love really is,

But you, sir, attacked my heart with it.
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You pushed me too far
Now you will regret it.
I hit the bar,
And fell a little bit.
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You may think you can control me
I am not a robot
You may think I might be.
I’ll never be bought.
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I run and run from you.
I turn my head to look at what you drew.
You pull out something black.
Next I hear a crack.
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I lay back into the grass hearing the birds chirping.

Seeing you in the blackness of my eyelid where the sun is shining.
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In the bright blue cloudless sky,
A lie is told of a great old man
who watches us from that same sky.
I am serious, who believes such a thing?
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I never will know

Just what you thought
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As the days grow
I’ve fallen so low.
So low… I cannot breathe.
I’ve fallen underneath.
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