Tamra Craft Poems

When I think about growing old some day
I smile because I think of you.
Of all the loving words you say
And the generous things you do.
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So innocent and sweet, perfection could not come close
Your tiny lips form a big yawn and I can’t help but to think,
Why would the gods grant me with such a blessing as her?
What did I do to deserve this angel wrapped in pink?
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Please pelt me
Splatter against me and pool out
Against your flesh desert.
Spread cool across me, drench me
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As she undoes the latch and pushes open the door
The blue-jays breath catches, he wants to say something but can’t.
Before she turns to smile, she re-latches it behind her.
The Blue-Jay reaches out to her silently, if only she could understand.
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Tormented by memories, once so pleasant
Now they torture me into tears.

Smiles I will never see again
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In a dark and desolate room, on you my mind lingers.
I caught the scent of smoke, and I immediately saw you.
The gentle curve of your eyes, your long and smooth fingers.
Shuttering awake from dreams that had once been true.
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Please…just don’t forget me, My bleeding heart could not bare it
I have seen majestic mountains with you
Vast Oceans, and Deserts.
On Baird Street,
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An affection grown from pubescent soil, watered with innocent infatuation
Leaves of dreams gently budding, off naïve branches of a youth shortened.

The roots, ventricles of a choice-less heart, her fate twisted by a mothers hate.
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Sometimes while walking the golden path,
You come across a silver one.
Glistening in the moon light, you turn
Never realizing what you’ve done.
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I got in touch with my dark side
Behind a sea of glass and dust
The shard pressed into me till I smelled blood
We all do what we feel we must
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