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devante moore May 2018
I got caught in the rain today
It didn’t pour
But just enough that everyone wanted to get out of its way
But not me
I didn’t run or flee
I walked as it painted the pavement grey
With each step
The water droplets latched themselves on my clothes and onto my hands
They laid down the hairs on my arms
And darkened my pants
And even though my clothes were starting to get soak
I still walked as it continued to rain
Because it’s the one few times
That I feel at peace
devante moore May 2018
I hate to burden you with this
But you’re in everything I do
It’s like you’re my reflection
My eyes are dark brown
But somehow the eyes looking back at me
Are now a burning bright green
My short black hair
That’s curled with waves
Fans out
Past my shoulders
Now it’s a brunettes brown
My Carmel skin
Turns pale
Like it hasn’t seen enough of the suns glow
If I were to raise my arm
So would you
I can no longer look in the mirror and cry
That means you would too
Plus all I feel is happiness whenever I see you
So I smile as much as I can
Because I know you’re smiling too
I’ve always looked in my mirror and felt alone
But now I know your always on the other side
It’s like you’re in my mirror
The reflection looking back at me
You might be the love of my life
I just hope
Whenever you looking in yours
You’re seeing me
Inspired by Justin Timberlake - Mirrors
devante moore May 2018
I shoved her into the closet
Shh don’t make a sound
My mom is home
And I don’t want her to know you’re around
I’m not ashamed of you
Even though
I keep you hidden like a ******* magazine
It’s just I’m not use to this
So for now you can’t be seen

Ok the cost is clear
I’m sorry I had to hide you
But you know the routine
It’s been drilled in me to show no emotions
No love
No fear
I hear footsteps coming up the stairs
Quick
Under the bed
Don’t talk and hide your head
It’s not that I’m afraid
But I’m just a broken person
It might be to late for me to be saved

I have to go to work now
So you’re free to roam around
Just don’t let anyone know you’re involved with me
I’ve already brag to the guys
Me and you will never be

I came home today
You were no where to be found
I checked underneath the bed
Even between the sheets
You weren’t in the closet
I threw out all the clothes
And in my frantic panic
I exposed who you were
You were the loved I kept a secret
The feelings I denied
The emotions I tried to hide
I tried to keep it on the low low
But now
Everyone knows
devante moore May 2018
Her favorite color is purple
But I don’t know how to write a poem about that
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devante moore May 2018
What comes to mind
When you think of the color green ?
Money obviously
Or maybe the green leaves
That protrude from the branches of trees like ache
Or does green remind you off the grass
And how itchy it becomes
When it comes in contact with your skin
Or maybe fresh green paint
That drips from a brush
After you attempted to repaint your balcony
What comes to your mind when someone ask you to think of something green
Do you picture a girl screeching and screaming
Because a green toad pounced or her toes Trying to dodge the dangers of the busy highway road
What comes to mind when you think of the color green
I’ll tell you what comes to mine
The green in her eyes
When the sun hit em just right
They sparkled
And danced
I don’t need to watch the burning stars of the galaxy
I have all the twinkling lights I need
Right here
When I looked In her eyes they put my turbulent soul at ease
The only problem
They aren’t next to me
Sometimes I fear they might leave
Then where would I be
devante moore May 2018
I stare into space
Hoping to conjure up answers
But the confusion in my heart
Clouds my mind
Doors closed
Locked from the inside
Blinds down
I sit in a vacant room
Occupied by darkness
The silence sting my ears
Memories crash in an out like waves
I try to hold on to them tight
But they can’t be saved
Battery running low
The only light that pollutes the air
Is the 10% warning on my phone
Paragraphs typed
I often wished weren’t sent
Feeling sorry for myself left me spent
One friend left in my corner
She begs me not to push her away
But the confusion has left me with nothing to say
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