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Whispers In The Dark
I washed up in the waves of your memory,dressed in last night’s lovely dream,hair soaked in salt water and the solemn recollection of the last time your eyes encompassed me.I only arrive when you ask.Don’t blame me for my presence,when you presented yourself to the ocean and pleaded for her to pull me back into…
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You sent me a text about how I looked on the beach last night, so I stole your eyes and used them to write a poem
Blue moon by the beach,bottle of cider in your hand.Blue Hawaii from the little speakers on your expensive phone.I am at home in how good this all is.You wore my favourite colour,and you seemed to shine with the stars,my heart taking flight, in the most grounded way.Your skirt spun as you danced, with nobody in…
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Mad About The Girl
I can be cold, withholding and without mercy, when it comes to her, but also an explosion of affection, so, it’s no wonder she’s so all screwed up, so sewn up, keeping troubles deep inside her bones, telling her stories to her pillows. I must confess. My kindness towards her depends on how other people…
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0 Days Since My Heart’s Last Nonsense
I tell you every day, when I wake up, a slave in your sheets, that it doesn’t have to be true love. I follow you from morning, ‘til night, agonising over the accuracy with which you target my soul, by doing nothing in particular, but being so damn persuasive. Being in love is a messy,…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 