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This is the last thing I'll let you know,
Before I say goodbye,
Before I let you go..

I forgot the reasons that brought on this end.
Wiped back the tears that I let fall.
Changed your title as my friend.
Unraveled your lies and figured it all.

I found the answers to the questions I had.
Spent all of my time trying to know you true.
It seems I, somehow, banished your bad.
I guess, it was because, I really did love you.

Now all I want, is for you to know,
Why I'm saying goodbye,
And why I'm letting you go..

I see your face through every crowd,
And within the moments you're not even there.
The silence became extremely loud.
It seems, I lost myself somewhere.

The knots in my stomach became undone.
As you continued to walk, in my mind, you grew small.
My journey backwards suddenly begun,
And I swiftly remembered it all.

The moment you had first taken hold of my hand.
Posed for a photograph with that crooked smile.
Times when, together, we would stand.
Or walk, if not even, for a single mile.

So this, my dear, I hope you know
I've said goodbye,
But I can't let you go.

I took back every single word I had ever said.
Tore out the chapters from the story of us.
Broke everything in sight, if only within my head.
Woke up one morning, and boarded that bus.

The glimmer in my eyes dimmed down slow.
I recanted the first smile that welcomed you that day.
Collected up the pieces of my heart, and decided to go.
I gave you one more look, and then turned the opposite way.
23rd June 2014

© All Rights Reserved Joanne Heraghty
 Nov 2014 Esmai Kennedy
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I should've guessed, I should've known.
If there's a lightning, thunder will come.

That I was a guest, this wasn't my home,
but I was just too afraid to be alone.

Winds might change after tomorrow
and the sea my pain could somehow swallow.

But today there's this mountain of sorrow,
that blocks the sun, and makes me feel hollow.
you
you're different.
for some unknown reason.
when i see you
i just get this sudden urge to
joke around with you
sing duets with you
or simply just talk.
there's just something about you
that drives me to feel things
i've never felt before.
You're the princess in the tower.
You're the minutes in my hour.

You're the question and I'm the answer.
You're the music and I'm the dancer.

You're the lie and I'm the truth
You're the evidence and I'm the proof

You're the tear beneath my eye.
You're the reason that I cry.
Another mundane poem, but I like telling a story through poetry. Even if I have never experienced said poem :)
 Nov 2014 Esmai Kennedy
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 Nov 2014 Esmai Kennedy
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I can only hear your voice now
Through recordings
How sick is that?
I mean I do know for a fact
That you are dead.
But honestly I can't get it through my head.
Shadows block the light away
For here is where the sun won’t shine
I shut my eyes in fear again
And pray that sleep will soon be mine.

I will not dare to lift my head
I can’t imagine what I’ll see
I think of how right now I’m in
The last place I would like to be

It doesn’t matter what they say
I know their stories are not true
For monsters really do exist
I know it cause I’ve seen them too

They pretend that they are shadows
Nonchalantly floating by
Sneaking around my little room
And scaring me until I cry

But when I see a little ray
Through the pale curtains in my room
When drops of sun light up my world
And steal away the night’s cold gloom

I know that all will be okay
It is what gets me through the night
Just knowing that in the morning
I’ll get to see that shining light

The sunshine blocks my fears away
For now is when the shadows hide.
I leap into the morning cause
I know that life is on my side.
I wrote this poem recently. It tells the story of a small part of my past. I have always had a fear of the unknown and sometimes the dark. Back then, when my fear was more prominent, I used to, as every child does, imagine that there were monsters hiding in my closet. I used to imagine what they were saying every night. They used to plot about "getting" me and it was almost like a scary game. Then, one night I realized that my mind was the basis for those fears and I imagined that the monsters were moving away and could never come back. I never was scared of them again after that. This poem shows all the emotions I used to feel at night before sleep finally overcame me.

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