Tatianna Rogers Poems

Rough to the touch

But you hold it close hoping the warmth can console
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We walked on hating each other

But I could sense truer feelings ran deep
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Yellow

Is a color that I hate
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Sunset

Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the lord my secrets to keep
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I have never been good at chemistry

So you'll have to excuse me if Idon't understand bonding
Connecting so tightly that the Ions don't matter
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I ask them, "who am I? "
They say "You are funny, you are kind, you are wise"
But I know that because
That is my mask, my costume…
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I'm find my self at a point of confusion

Because we seem to be under some strange delusion
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