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You said you’d never leave meAnd I thought you kept your word;
Your promise of silver ivy.
But the champagne is flat, and this house is empty
The shine rubbed off the vines,
Craft store paint mixes with tears
And falls, ever so gently
down,
down,
down,
my gullible mind.
I’m sorry that I loved you;
But you’re not sorry that you lied.
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Turnt and lost in the upside down;b r e a t h l e s s
Gasping and pulling for life
Always left in the mud
Crying out and wishing upon stars
I’m sorry-
it’s too late
Because the earth beneath our wretched bodies is polluted
Everything is gone
Like a breath of fresh spring air, we are
no more
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Whispers in the nightmurmurs by the loved,
and the lovers.
“It hurts to be,”
And it hurts to breathe.
Hold my lungs while I take a swim,
In the lakes of Nyx,
Plunge right in, to the shadowy depths of grief.
whispers in the night, spoken only by me.
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Poetryby Katie Jansen
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wolves and marblewear your soft skirts and trousers, my child
quietly walk these polished halls
green ivy overtake pearl and marble
silk tapestries
spun from the dreams of the innocent
the women, draped in emerald green
long cloaks and gentle smiles
they read the thick books of disregarded wishes
frowning at the scrolls where the words of the unheard were
blotted
ignored
omitted
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Poetryby Sofia Peck
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run through the halls, my child
a tapping of small shoes, or rain
the quiet wood, where the midnight wolves stalk the grasses
lying in wait
for the stag, with its delicate horns of quartz
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that off-white curtain of well-intended liesconfusion compounding itself
but don’t worry, my child
the world will right itself in the end
a good head on your shoulders
a kind heart in your chest
but take heed, my child
the
wolves
are
prowling
