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351 · Dec 2024
If i let you read my poems
Francesca Dec 2024
If I let you read my poems,
      I let you guide into my soul,
Flourished by my deepest thoughts,
      Ways in which I do not tell the world,
Yet, my words have such meaning,
       Such song in the heart.

And if I let you read my poems,
        I let you read a new me,
A chapter that began too long ago,
       As I drift into a lingering sadness,
Writing my way into therapy.  

When I let you read my poems,
        Don't shout to help me,
These poems are quite, subtle to be,
         Silent, yet so loud underneath,
What is it that lies beneath?

And when I let you read my poems,
I have given you my wrenching soul,
Etching to be free,
Connections lie between the lines,
Even when you dont understand, listen to me.

So when I let you read my poems,
I want you to wonder to the world of me,
Watch my soul freeing with relief,
To know that someone knows the hideous parts of me,
That the world will never see.
222 · Dec 2024
A Home Of Four
Francesca Dec 2024
Three dinner mats are placed,
Carefully laid, evenly spaced.

A candle lit warmly,
The ironic sense of home in a way.

Cutlery shining, stating its place,
Though one seems to have been erased.

They're four people,
In this place called home.

The candle was not lit for me,
Bright, present but unknown.

Yet you say its best to leave me alone,
For i am damaged, very unknown.

So I linger, as they're three dinner mats instead of four,

Maybe in another life you will notice me some more.
Francesca Dec 2024
To light the fire, you held the match
A spark, evolving into something bold,
Bright, encapsulating, beauty like you've never witnessed.

To light the fire, you lit the match,
A connection, a hope,
Remenants of heat between us,
Radiant in your presence.

To light the fire, the match met the woody surface of our love,
Uneven, slow tempered as we settled,
The light shining dimly on the surface,
To capture a essence of warmth.

To light the fire, the match disintegrated into nothingness,
The eventual lie of you,
Turned hideous as you aloofed into another reality,
Too knowing to be bolder.

To burn the match, you pulled it down to the deep imperfections of your life,
Saddened with your expression, a tense controlling of movement.

To light the fire you didn't just burn the match.
You killed it,
And the spark that came along with it.

-FM

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