Tag: eshamontgomery
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Unseen Tomorrow
Sometimes, the heart doesn’t know… Yesterday from tomorrow It seems like the days all run together The seconds blur into minutes Followed by inconsequential hours We look toward the unseen Like a fawn searching for their mother’s face, Fresh out the womb Procreated quickly but birthed too soon The future is based on the present…
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Treated Scars
Love is the ointment for raw wounds The agony subsides The spreading of the infection stops It smooths the rough patch Healing the ache of tight skin Minimizing the scar of past bruises Love transitions scars That we never believed salve could mend Never allow old hurt To cause your expectations to bend Love always,…
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Seeking Sun
Real searched for by people Like flowers seeking Sun and water You leave me soft spoken A shell in a giant ocean Love always, Esha <3
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My Flesh
this flesh, my flesh is soft, succulent and brown a hue passed down from my Grandpappy it’s moisture maintained by shea butter these are the lips that gave sweet dreams to dry eyes full and shiny like the sunrise hands that cradled water from many streams used to toil, eager to clean these are the…
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Peace
Thankful is an understatement when you’ve seen the light at the end of the tunnel. All the darkness you’ve been through falls away. The expectation of kindness is returned to its rightful place. And peace returns to dreams unbridled by fervent passion. Love always, Esha <3
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Blue Screens
Digital excitement Turned into relationship slumber Don’t sleep on me Even when the electric stops following Love, God and work ethic is all you need But 2K beckoned louder Pay attention like it’s a 9-5 Though the things that give you pleasure Won’t keep you alive But never came to see about me Didn’t give…
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Cautious
Be cautious, high voltage. Maybe rude Maybe kind Snap off without notice Then act like everything’s fine Sincere eyes tucked behind a wise grin Never know if you’ll see them again They’re rare like hitting the lottery Fickled like catching the wind Stepping out every so often To feel the sand in-between loose toes To…
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Growing With Change
A turquoise view through painted glass Exists for me and you Look out the window Icy wind blows, The hooting and howling Can be heard down the block Where the sidewalk is slick And men move like serpents Whispering into open ears Begging to be closer Utilizing deception to be near Mahogany branches sway on…
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