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Red String...
Do you feel the red strings of fate tugging on your heart? Is the string wrapped around your wrist? No matter where you wander, you're pulled back to me. I cut and snip the red string only to find it reappears in the morning. We can't seem to untangle ourselves from each other.
In English, we say:
"I miss you"
But in poetry, we say:
"At night, my heart calls for you, but hears no reply."
Aching to be found
Slipping back into the shadows
In the dead of night
Lanterns aglow
As they tirelessly search
For a trace of me
Dear Folks...
I wish you had let me be a child
Instead of expecting me to be an adult
Now I struggle to function
In the "real" world
A thousand steps
Behind everyone else

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To Death He'll Go...
Walking hand in hand with Death
Time loses all meaning
We talk of work and the weather
But not of the waiting
He tells me
"You are more than capable of handling this when the time comes."
His words aren't comforting
His hand is warm in mine
As we circle back around the empty field
We take in the small-town scenery
"If I trade my life for his, would it make things easier?"
His smile lasts a second
But His dark eyes seem sad
For me
"No, my dear, this is not how death works. We must go when I arrive to collect."
The sun is warm on my face
Cold winds sneak through my layers
I shiver during this frigid winter season
Death halts mid-walk
Wraps me in his black cloak
Gently pats me on my back
Wiping at my falling tears
As my head droops towards my feet
His arms hold up the ragged me
To keep me from crumbling
"This is how it should be."
My mother tells me
I am not like other young women
They run to embrace love
Yet I hold back
And flee from
This feeling of passion
For I have walls up
That are not easy to destroy
Or to peer inside
And I wonder when
A man will stay
To show me love
Is not something to fear
Or to hate
Love can be safe
This perfume dabbed on my wrists
Smells of 18-year-old you
It brings a smile to my face
Yet the dull ache returns in my chest
To know we haven't seen each other in 11 years
Soon to be 12
I'm not sure if you're ignoring my texts
Or if you do not care
Mom told me you're out on the streets
I never thought you'd end up there
Funny how family breaks and splinters
But we can never speak of it...