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 Apr 2023 delilah
McKenna Pickett
Sometimes I find
that my hands are too small

they cannot hold the world
the way the moon holds the tide.

Sometimes I find
my legs are too short

they cannot decide where to go
the way roots decide to reach and live.

And while I feel these things
lend themselves so my downfall,
I am proud that sometimes

I find my heart is too big

a beating in my ribs
that echos above all sense of reason.

And

sometimes I wonder if that beat
is enough to tell the world
I was here.
 Jun 2020 delilah
FullmoonFlower
Let’s play a game
truth & dare
and let me tell you that
truth hurts
but I dare to say
...
I love you
 Apr 2020 delilah
FullmoonFlower
I saw you last night,
I wonder if you saw me.
You confessed to me,
without me being there.
Your mask was off,
your bruised face showed
with scars from your failures,
you didn't hide them this time.

You came clean,
declared your love,
told me your deepest secrets,
your worst fears.

You took me to your studio,
and showed me,
all the things you loved about me,
you had painted them
so detailed ; beautiful
I wonder if you saw me there,
as you were talking to yourself
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