Tag: still
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Through The Looking Glass
The up side in an upside down world A happy tale that goes on for miles Moments of quiet reflection found in restful sleep Life is more vivid in my dreams Moving through endless realities in a matter of hours I am ushered over still water By hands reaching out of a deep void My…
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Pictures
I love you still. Silent words lie in-between us. Day dreams that faded into the background. Pictures never developed lie in camera rolls on dusty countertops in an abandoned house. Where we once held hands and made plans that never came into fruition. But my heart longs for you still. Love always, Esha <3
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Freight Train
It comes Suddenly goes Screaming At times loud like thunder Then all at once silent Like the grave Doesn’t know etiquette Ignored the notion to behave Like a bass It bellows Like a light It radiants Some call it hard For some it is fast Like peddles on the train tracks They sit still then…
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Unseen Love
It matters not what direction the wind blows. I feel it still. I don’t need to see it. It knocks me off stable soles. It brings a quake to uneasy knees. It is the sound of humming birds soaring against a lively breeze. I don’t need to see it to believe. Love is the same…
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A Cold Little Ditty
Been there Done that And few did it better Shed a couple tears Lost 3 years But still pulled it together Make a sister mad… She’ll get cold like 2 degree weather Love always, Esha <3
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Punch Drunk Heart
What does a punch drunk heart know about love? It feels without remorse It beats without a care Calm when your around Then on edge when your not there One minute up The next down A tryst comes Romance goes But the connection stays the same Bathing in the sunshine Soaking in the warmth of…
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Dirty Nails
I’m over it, I’m under it, I’m driving past it, I’m beyond it But the remnants of it… Still brothers me Like dirt under fingernails on freshly washed hands I think of it constantly Looking for a file to even out the jagged edges And clean out the dust particles of yesteryear At least I…
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Waiting In Truth
Waiting In Truth The truth lies in the back of a still throat, waiting to be expressed, acknowledged and heard. Desiring to be picked up by the five senses of a person tuned out to the world. To be seen in the dazzling break of day. To dream of being etched into history books that…
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