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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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Mean Woman Blues
As sun set,you carved a love letter on an old oak tree,and I sat, submerged in the grass with a weary sigh,my eyes rolling as you presented me with yet another grand romantic gesture. Don’t you know that I’ve seen it all before?There is not a path that you can take me down that I…
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I’m Still Fond Of You
You still bore me to beautiful, brazen tears,brown eyes brimming with books that I’ll write,all about the secrets we slept next to,eyelids and final words, heavy, still weighing on hearts and minds, years later. You are boring,but it isn’t your fault.I can see you,trying to control the cosmos as you speak,panicked, purple veins on your…
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Just Once, For The Fans
Late nights,languishing and losing at the endless game we play,always your girl,always in the dark about what you think about when our lips lose control,and love is let down,one more time, for the fans. Just one more passionate poem about you,until the next time I get nostalgic,one more taste of frantic, fruit salad flavoured forgiveness,before…
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Her Jazz Singer
She spotted me on cloud nine,singing jazz to the soft, spring rain,and snatched me up right away. Everybody belongs to somebody,but I was still waiting to be found when she came upon me,and in an instant,it felt so right to fall into her arms,so right to fall at her mercy,to falter at the first hurdle…