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 Dec 2020 Isabella
Mrs Anybody
she
does not
laugh aloud
often

so when
she does
it is
the most
beautiful thing
to hear

and time
stands still
for just
a second
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 Dec 2020 Isabella
Hank Love
Two men were drafted for war.
One turned to the other and said,
"I find it odd that we leave our own family
To keep each other's families safe."

The man turned to him and said,
"I'll make a deal with you.
If you fight to protect my family,
Then I will die protecting yours."
 Dec 2020 Isabella
Lily
why?
 Dec 2020 Isabella
Lily
When
    did I become an acquaintance, an object you pushed to the side, only used when necessary?

When
    was I not the first person you texted with news, not the first person you would say hi to in the morning, the first person on your mind?

When
    did you cut me off with rainbow bruises and lightning scars, and the thunder of your footsteps left me alone?

When
    did you create that perfect storm, that hurricane, that took me away, so now I don’t even know you anymore and I don’t even know what I would say to you now?

When
    did you stop loving me and

Why?
this is a product of my english class
 Dec 2020 Isabella
N
Icarus' Plea
 Dec 2020 Isabella
N
Lover,
I need you to stand still
with your feet in the water

Let me drink your reflection
to quench my thirst as you
try to hide your tender smile

I beg of you,
don't leave me,
because then the sun will burn me,
and the sea will swallow my ashes
 Dec 2020 Isabella
N
I Wonder
 Dec 2020 Isabella
N
I wonder if the filed of lavender
sighs when it yearns for her scent

I wonder if the sunflowers
worship her raven hair
like the sun

I wonder if the moon weeps
with longing over her absence  

I wonder if the sky turns pink
when the spring breeze
touches her silky skin

I wonder if the cherries bleed in her
mouth like my heart when she left
 Dec 2020 Isabella
N
Cherry Promise
 Dec 2020 Isabella
N
She left me with a bouquet of
flowers that never bloomed,
and a muse with bleeding
verses that never rhymed

At nights when her name
is dancing on my tongue,
I hunger for the cherries
she once promised to feed me
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