Shannon Thompson Poems

tonight that moon looks round and hollow
the old man's face poc-marked and scarred
mirrors my heart in the reflection on the water
craters dig deep and leak into the bottom like an old abandoned well
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rain that falls
makes no sound
unless it hits something
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if my tears don't fall
do they make a sound
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light streams down
like on the water in a well
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Wolf Parade fan mail:
your fancy claps beat in time
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the air is thick with hope
but the dust clings to the lost
the debris is cleared for a new day
but was it worth the cost
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light falls into a shadow on the floor
mixing sweat melts together
forms a bond like nothing before
bass line beats a new heart for me
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there were stars in your eyes
shooting stars
going in the wrong direction
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I threw myself into your fire
I climbed your ladder to the sun
but it wasn't hot when i was done
your kisses burned
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When you ask me
'What? '
There are an infinite amount of responses
sitting here
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