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 May 2019 Sharon Flynn
Erickson
I loved it when our lips would touch
Sometimes it was too sweet for me to bear
And one time that delight seemed too much
So much that it seemed I was floating in the air
 May 2019 Sharon Flynn
Miss Luna
Whenever someone
compares you to poetry,
be sure
you'll never
let them go.

If poetry is a way
of survival,
then
they'll never be able
to spend
any other day
without you.
I miss our chats, the endless days
It felt like time stopped still;
Our hands together, lying down
Electric pulsing thrill

Eating ice-cream, stolen moments
And laughing all the while;
Feeling happy, loved, contented
That perfect beaming smile

I miss our silly time together
Being someone new;
Learning and discovering
All the while with you

Throwing paint and stealing kisses
Crackling touch, like sparks;
Trembling lips and shaking knees
The beating of my heart
COATS OF RED

I thought I put my demons to dead,
drowned them in coats of red,
but really I just put them to rest, in bed,
I guess the real battle begins once you've gone sober,
cold stone, another day older..
Sleeping in a silent forest
night sky come and swallow me whole
I promise I won't protest
These stars may fill my tired soul
And these trees, oh, how I love thee
Lush and green, dark and eerie
This is where I long to be
Here is where I'd never be weary
I put my life onto the earth
Dig myself a hole for a bed
This is where lies all lifes worth
Here everything is, I miss nothing I haven't had

Roots may pervade me, leafs shall cover
And in my stead another will grow
I will dissolve in the arms of my last lover
And of all misfortune it will never speak nor will it show

On new branches my soul will hang
until another
I'm
not
your
canvas;
you can't
paint over me.
My mistakes,
my life, it's whom
I want to be.
So go
_________
take your
_________
paintbrush
and your paint, too,
because I love my every
stain, and I'll keep every
color; red, green,
or blue.


By my every stain I mean my every mistake or misfortune, because I learn from each one of them.

I hope it looks somewhat like a paintbrush. I messed around with it, and the result is before your eyes.
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