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Regan Troop Oct 2012
Sat beside you
in the dead silence,
she exhales a long sigh.
It reaches far, to your bare leg, too.
It raises goosebumps,
and a question in your mind.

"You're a little too high,
or a little too low."
They've completely covered your thigh.
She seems so low with such a sad sigh.
Your goosebumps are high from her blow.

You slowly glance her way,
you don't know what to say
because according to her Doctors note,
today's not been her day.

She catches your eyes
and your's meet hers.
Your goosebumps double in size.

Imagining her losing to the sickness within,
goosebumps now engulf your suit of skin

in the dead silence.
Regan Troop Oct 2012
You shift your weight
to the left
                and as you do
so do they
                                  One crack.
               it surprises you.
                                  A second.
                      A grin,
                it loosens you
                                 The third
             stole your breath.
Your body,
               like a slingshot,
                                 shoots
               back.
                                 No crack.
Regan Troop Oct 2012
I cannot recreate your smile with lines of a pencil.

I cannot capture the twinkle in your eyes in a photograph.

I cannot imagine your bubbly laughter with no recorder.

                                               I can, however,

see and hear you as best as I can in my mind,

and wait as long as needed until I see

                  your full smile,

       and that twinkle in your eyes,

and burst from your contagious laughter

                                                     again.
Regan Troop Sep 2012
I'm so sick
and you don't even know
feelings uncontrolled
wild, they go

I'm so disgusting
but I'm so lonely
hot and lusting
for you, if only.
Regan Troop Sep 2012
Tiny feet
millions of them
crawling over my nose

Sun shines
through the trees
I forget how the rest goes

Next time
my friend finds my nose
we'll both be grown butterflies,
I suppose
Regan Troop Sep 2012
Her bones shake
from his earthquake
inside her core,
from the ache
of 'no more'.

He takes her shoulder
She shrugs it away
She won't let him
Hold her
Now that he won't
Stay

He can't tell her why
Why?
And doesn't realize
As she will realize
That's how her heart will die
*You can see it in her clouding eyes.
Regan Troop Aug 2012
But then that smile

Oh goodness, that smile

It will take away
any darkness
you feel

With how brightly it's shown

It will force
your own smile
to show

With it's inviting appearance

It will soften
your heart

Because you know that smile is for you

It will capture
a thousand butterflies

And send them all fluttering to your stomach
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