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B D Caissie Aug 2019
I don’t wear my heart on my sleeve, so it’s ok if you tug on it...
B D Caissie Aug 2019
Tiny flower all alone, grows before an unmarked stone. Fallen soldier with no name, because of this no one came.

Tiny flower how you’ve grown, spread before this unmarked stone. Fallen pedals in lieu of tears, each one denotes a passing year.

Tiny flowers surround this stone, the only spot that you have grown. People stop to ponder why, overwhelmed by grief they begin to cry.

Tiny flower thanks to you, this stone is marked with the sight of you. Fallen soldier rest in peace, for your forgotten years have finally ceased.
B D Caissie Aug 2019
Just once I wish my echo had something better to say...
B D Caissie Aug 2019
Candle-lite flickering, shadows loomed.
Bringing an uneasy feeling across the room.

I sat on my rocking chair, my favourite reading nook.
Got all nestled in and picked up the good Lords book.

Fear not! Sayith the Lord! Was the first thing I read.
The sounds I heard next drained the blood from my head.

A Hideous scraping sound chased by a foreboding thump.
Dropped the good book and stood straight off my ****.

Frighteningly harry and rigid, my blood pressure dropped.
****** forth my candle... Oh thank the Lord it’s only the mop.
Squeeze the colours from my heart and I will paint you a beautiful love,
That poets dream of feeling.
#paint #heart #colours
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