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Genevieve Oct 2015
Breathe in sleep, my dear
For, waiting in the darkness,
Hopes and dreams await
Tomorrow is another day.
Genevieve Oct 2015
Looking at you
I know
Broken things are still beautiful
A concept for a poem I want to take the time to actually write sometime soon
Genevieve Sep 2015
The panic is setting in.
It started in my ankles,
Shivering its way up
To the sweat on the back of my knees.

Creeping,
Crawling up my thighs in goosebumps
Chills.
It reaches its slimy, mangled claw
U
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And clenches my stomach,
Digging into my diaphragm
And pulling down.

Breaths turn fragile,
Like butterflies taking flight
Light
And shallow.

The panic
Has set in.
Home life is getting interesting.
Genevieve Sep 2015
Silence, the only thing in the world that's "ours" anymore.
Genevieve Sep 2015
My hands feel empty
Barren, like they should be holding something
And my chest,
Hollow and heavy at the same time
Breaths like whispers, delicate.

I am fragile,
My own glass menagerie
Touch me,
And I'll shatter for you

Catch me, I'm falling.
Genevieve Sep 2015
Calling all heros
Tonight
Would be a night for rescuing
Genevieve Sep 2015
Unfinished conversations
Like holding your breath
Playing the waiting game
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