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 May 2018 Victoriaa
devante moore
I still see your face
When I’m awake
Stare into space
And at night when I dream
It’s like I can’t get away from you
No doubt you stole me heart
But I would’ve gladly given it to you
I don’t know which I fear more
Loving or losing you
Who knew
I could love and fear someone at the same time
 May 2018 Victoriaa
devante moore
I’ll never forget how this started
A simple compliment
Nothing fantastic
Or dramatic
A didn’t swoop in fast
With some sort of smooth line
I wasn’t trying to sweep you off you’re feet
I just couldn’t keep my words to myself
Contemplation in the way
But I’m going to say it anyway
This all started
Because I said you had pretty eyes
 May 2018 Victoriaa
devante moore
Her favorite color is purple
But I don’t know how to write a poem about that
 May 2018 Victoriaa
devante moore
What comes to mind
When you think of the color green ?
Money obviously
Or maybe the green leaves
That protrude from the branches of trees like ache
Or does green remind you off the grass
And how itchy it becomes
When it comes in contact with your skin
Or maybe fresh green paint
That drips from a brush
After you attempted to repaint your balcony
What comes to your mind when someone ask you to think of something green
Do you picture a girl screeching and screaming
Because a green toad pounced or her toes Trying to dodge the dangers of the busy highway road
What comes to mind when you think of the color green
I’ll tell you what comes to mine
The green in her eyes
When the sun hit em just right
They sparkled
And danced
I don’t need to watch the burning stars of the galaxy
I have all the twinkling lights I need
Right here
When I looked In her eyes they put my turbulent soul at ease
The only problem
They aren’t next to me
Sometimes I fear they might leave
Then where would I be
 May 2018 Victoriaa
devante moore
I stare into space
Hoping to conjure up answers
But the confusion in my heart
Clouds my mind
Doors closed
Locked from the inside
Blinds down
I sit in a vacant room
Occupied by darkness
The silence sting my ears
Memories crash in an out like waves
I try to hold on to them tight
But they can’t be saved
Battery running low
The only light that pollutes the air
Is the 10% warning on my phone
Paragraphs typed
I often wished weren’t sent
Feeling sorry for myself left me spent
One friend left in my corner
She begs me not to push her away
But the confusion has left me with nothing to say
 May 2018 Victoriaa
devante moore
I don’t know how to feel
I smile
But that grin you see on my face
Yeah it’s not really real
I laugh and chuckle
Even clutch my abs tight
So you think the emotional I’m showing is true
It’s fabrication
Fiction
But your unable to see
That the happy expression on my face
Really isn’t me
The jokes I crack are just a distraction
In reality
There’s sadness stuck in my throat
But I’ll do everything I can so it won’t show
 May 2018 Victoriaa
devante moore
I’ll cry for you
Ball out my heart
So much so
That my heavy tears
Just my split the pavement apart
No more hiding
No more lies
I’ll cry for you
Expose the feelings
That’s been hiding in the dark
I’ll cry until my eyes are no longer red
I’ll cry until the black lines under my eyes give
I’ll cry until the hidden scares are healed
I’ll cry for you
That’s something I usually don’t do
I’ll cry for you
Maybe I already have

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