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  Apr 2019 Grace Spellman
blackbiird

she listened to the static of the television
hoping it would fill the void of what he left behind.

  Apr 2019 Grace Spellman
badtaste
blessings are real
god is true
red roses burn so easy
give golden flame to enjoy
she gives heart aches
for any to take
for the sake to grow older with nature
her mother-the mentor-the creator
so did i
break your heart,
so did i
say something bad,
so did i
let you down,
or i was just not
enough for you?
Grace Spellman Apr 2019
time heals all wounds
writing a little poetry does too
because of you

i keep my secrets hidden away
between my pen and paper
shall my thoughts stay

at my funeral
when they look through my brain
and they find your name on the bullet

which my blood now stains
i hope they go through my poems
to know
the trigger - you pulled it.
  Apr 2019 Grace Spellman
Bee
hell is a place where
you constantly love those that
do not love you back.
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