Some days I want to be loved,
but cannot open my mouth.
Tag: short poem
Prayer
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Restless
After he’d gone to sleep,
she stared at the blank space
between his shoulder blades,
and she saw swirling galaxies
of thousands of nameless stars
bursting to be discovered.
Sometimes she wished him
a brave explorer, a curious
poet, a hopeless romantic.
Sometimes, deep into the night
when she couldn’t fall asleep
she wished him someone else.
Blue
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I Love You
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Poetry
is this tattoo on my left wrist,
transformed
from a ragged scar that once was
a wound that bled for years and years.
Poetry is making heartbreak beautiful again.
Untitled
Like a moth to a flame,
I, too, mistook you for a star.
sun kissed
the funny feeling of
an orange popsicle
trickling down
from fingers
to elbow.
A Story in 20 Words – 2
Standing at the Altar
He steals a glance at her.
She sits in the back, fighting tears.
The bride marches in, smiling, holding peonies.
Twelfth Piece
All she ever wanted was to fly into his constellations and become the brightest star.
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