Verna Torres Poems

If there ever were a time
that I needed someone near.
That time would be now
if it wasn’t for my fear.
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Perhaps Love is like a resting place
a shelter from a storm,
it exists to give you comfort
it’s there to keep you warm.
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I am jealous of the wind
the way you allow her careless touch to caress your cheeks and tangle phantom fingers in your hair,
while my own fingers are clenched like petals stubbornly refusing to bloom.
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