Taylor J.S Reynolds Poems

Sleep is scarce
where the silent screams
haunt the cracked streets,
forgotten tears fall with no sound.
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Your vulnerable eyes see
Inspiration in false grins,
The screen's illusion is too bright
But you can't look away.
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Her hair tangles in the wind
And she looks up at me,
Smiling with hidden hatred
Hanging over her head
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Down the sombre aisle
Walks the young boy,
A spectre of innocence
Carrying a bunch of lively roses itching
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Unwavering in my love and
Consistent in my morals.

I am everything expected of me
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