She clung fiercely to her own
self-damaged skin...
Eyes gazing but not looking
Dimples holding a half stitched smile...
I will not write another word,
Thoughts are passing away...
I stare
Gazing towards the darkness of the night...
Poetry remains
embedded within my thoughts...
I remained sober for her eyes,
fire water never appealed to me...
Of every Season
Like a soft wave...
This is a lonely hallway,
but I have walked on this...
She kept pushing my coffee cup aside
and I begged her for a new chance...
There were galaxies in her eyes because
When she hung herself from the old tree...
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They told me not to dwell in the past...
You held my tears in your hands,
and tipped my chin upward to meet your eyes...