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The roses
The roses I never sent herWill now have died.Or maybe they were never cutAnd they’re flowering into a bush.Maybe they were all readyAnd just sent to someone else.The roses I sent a strangerWe’re they even ever mine?But they feel like an artefactThat were only to me What I envisioned them to beThe strangers celebrating loveBut…
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I forget…
Like a flower…You remind me of..The moon shines brighter when…When I’m with you I…I forgetForget what I was doingForget what I was working forForget why I was even working in the first placeI forget about a lot of thingsBut when I am without you…I don’t
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love
It’s so important to love yourself but I forgot I needed others to do what I could not I wore my heart on my sleeves Like bait in a trap Waiting to hear the crack and the sound of it closing down But I didn’t realize that the bait would be ate and they would…
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Blind
He held me so gently I didn’t feel his nails digging into my skin He kissed me so softly I never noticed his hands constricting my body He treated me so kindly I didn’t notice the strings moving I didn’t see the puppet hands I didn’t see my stitching start to coming undone I thought…
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Poetry by Taylor 