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Poetry Peony

August 15, 2018

Some more poems.... <3



it's an all
me
me
me 
generation.
it's all about 'hey look at me,
look at what i'm doing'
rather than living in the real world,
rather than actually being with people,
rather than actually living.




i caught a sight of you.
my heart ran to you,
thrusting
out of my chest,
as i collapsed in a meadow of dandelions
my heart grew weary.
it's legs getting slower.
and slower.
i sunk deeper.
into the meadow.
leaving nothing but a trace
of a raw,
burning, heart.
and some dandelions.




dusk till dawn

every night,
i lie awake listening
to the moon wail
as the sounds
of us
missing one another
thickens in silence.

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