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It Has Always Been You
I will know true love,for sure, when it crosses my path,deep inside bright, blinding eyes that will push me to write,and leave me insightful about what real beauty has always been.It has always been you, love,whoever you are,it has always been shallow, sitting in the lines around your eyes,sleeping on your imperfect skin,and how each…
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Sarah Has A Beautiful Voice
There is a song that I don’t know,because my voice has not been boxed into my throat,she floats free from my bedroom window,soars across stages,so unaware of her security,but there are places,and there are beautiful voices that know it’s melody all to well. It is a song of captured chanteuses,stuck behind storied walls,their voices are…
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Blue. Blue. Blue.
I am persistently pessimistic,a poisoned little poet,and my tears are as blue as I will make you feel, if you spend long enough in my orbit.Nobody understands me, but Morrissey, but I hate him,and I’ll hate you too, until you text me back,leave you on read for ten minutes,so you can’t read between the lines…
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Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow
You warmed my soul,as I arrived in the winter of my life.I spy my favourite colour,hiding behind the lenses of your glasses,and I am reminded of how tightly you clutched my hand,as the rain began to fall,last summer on the beach,my lipstick staining your trembling lips,as the showers from the sky joined the sea.You are…
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She
She stares right through the hill I hide behind,right past the smoke and mirrors that keep me safe,and she smiles,as if she is pleased to see me,just as I am,with no pretence, no playing pretend,just me, the way that God made me. She has so many friends.When I see her socialising,I feel lonely,like the last…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 