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The garden's dormant
'til another springtime comes
which soon will be here
A lonely girl,
With vacant stares,
Screaming in silence,
But no one cares;
Her pain goes unnoticed,
No one can tell,
She smiles like an Angel,
But is living through hell;
Her eyes brim with madness,
She cuts her own skin,
Her sad little smile,
Fades and grows thin;
Scars on her body
Scars on her soul
This hateful world
Has taken its toll
This poem is about all the girls, who you feel are perfect. Who you feel are never sad, or broken
I spent my days waiting for you
searching the crowds
for your face
I stopped breathing
the moment
you recognized me,
as you captured my soul
with your gaze
This was what it was like, the day we knew we were in love.
 Nov 2019 Abigail Hobbs
Maybe there’s something between us.
A fire that we kindle but try to put out as if we are ashamed,
Blinded by the light.
But as that fire grows larger,
It becomes harder to control.
At some point,
We must accept the warmth that the flames bring us.
Every day I try and keep these feelings at bay.
Spanning between two points of darkness
Eyes open
Floating on streams of light

Spanning between two points of darkness
Eyes closed
Staring into the darkness

Spanning between two points in time
Eyes open
Navigating streams of light

Spanning between two points of life
Eyes closed
Resting for the next adventure
 May 2019 Abigail Hobbs
Eternity is what
you attain,
the moment
you make
a poet
fall for you.
 May 2019 Abigail Hobbs
 May 2019 Abigail Hobbs
want to
keep you,

I chose
to remain
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