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 May 2016
The Lunchtime Poet
To the dark figure
in my house late at night
Is it really me
your trying to fright?

Seeing your shadow
crawl under my bed
Why are you trying
to mess with my head?

Did you follow me home
from a place far away?
I can't make you leave
your will is to stay

You enter my dreams
moving across the floor
grabbing my feet
pulling me under the door

Then you will drag me
to the end of the hall
Open the door
down the stairs I will fall

Hitting my head
on each stair it'd seem
Pain starting to sear
I let out a scream

When I woke up
I was covered in sweat
this a dream
that I soon won't forget
 May 2016
The Lunchtime Poet
Poor black crow
Broke it's neck
Flying into glass

Kind of like
Me and you
Sorry to be crass

I'm the crow
Midnight black
Into love I fall

You're the glass
Crystal clear
With an emotional wall

I'm flying fast
into you
Emotions start to reel

Your heart is hard
Cold and gray
Seemingly made of steel

Hit so hard
Broke my neck
Ending with a crack

Left me there
On the floor
Never looking back
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