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Little (poem)
Almost
Ten years
And I still remember the words -
Bad novels, they say -
Certain
Older now, colder
Bolder -
Who -
Are these creatures I do not know?
I have become them.
Let me in warm arms
Let me
Wish silently in stars
And wonder at the moon
Let me be
Let me be
Little me
Let me.
I
Run back to the dark trees of home
And I stumble
And I scrape my knees
When -
Was the last time
I let myself cry
For this
For this?
I was writing 1 and 1
Then 1 and 3
Hazy Septembers
And dreamy Novembers
To me.
Stone and steel
This skin that bleeds
For the world.
Tell me your secrets
Tell me your problems
Frustrations, wants, dreams, pull me,
Curse, share, lie, scream, tell me, TELL ME!
But...
What about me?
What is left
Of this frayed heart
Jar of tears,
You never held me tight,
Never wrapped your arms around me.
What is left
Of me?
Old soul sorry,
Girl -
Terrified as fuck.
Old friends haunt my dreams nightly,
They have forgotten me.
Oh shush, they have forgotten me.
And all I have
Are their memories.
To grasp to
To remind me
That once someone held me
Once
Someone loved me
Once
Someone let me be
Feel so little
Little
And safe
And loved.
And it was more than enough...
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Published 30th Sep 2016
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30th Sep 2016 9:05pm
Always love to read your work. Such a lovely writing style and thoughtfully written. This one was beautiful,vulnerable and yet it still carried undertones of strength and wisdom.
Quite a lovely read.....
Quite a lovely read.....
2nd Oct 2016 6:34pm
Thank you, Kasai. This was a hard write for someone special, and there were tears all over, haha.
1st Oct 2016 7:04am
tender verses, out there searching for yourself,
as Emily did, then home to the trees.
poems are little, but love is big...
as Emily did, then home to the trees.
poems are little, but love is big...
1st Oct 2016 4:05pm
Everytime I read you, I'm deeply moved...
Your words carry vulnerability, strength and cleverness!
And all I have
Are their memories > the use of "their" is so smart!
Your words carry vulnerability, strength and cleverness!
And all I have
Are their memories > the use of "their" is so smart!
2nd Oct 2016 6:34pm
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