Samantha Bunn Poems

Your a good liar...You stole my heart...
Hurray for the lies...
Hurray for the tears...
Good-bye to the fears,
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Remember when the Saturday morning
cartoons were the highlight of the week...?
Now Saturday morning means a hang over
from an underage party.
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Some say they believe in
love at first sight…
I scoff at those who see the
truth in this.
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Life is a whirlwind adventure.
Crazy, loud, stressful, and all in
the same…it is a priceless thing
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The sickness finds us.
We try to run,
we try to hide,
but it always finds us.
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This is the beginning,
the beginning of the end.
The end of us.
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His eyes, they are the key to
his tormented soul.

Try as he might his eyes always
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People talk, and you listen.
They tell you stories, good and bad.
don’t be so gullible because,
baby, I got you all fooled.
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Different lives, different stories
All told in two sets of hands. Every mistake,
Every success, all can be read in the palms
of these two very different hands.
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Once upon a time I found him,
I fell immediately. I waited for him.
I fell more in love with every message back and forth.
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