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there are only a few love songs,
that encapsulate how my heart longs,
to be in the comforting arms
of the man i love and all his charms.
the way he makes my heart pound
and that same beating, reciprocated sound.
to love someone and feel at peace,
and to know that the feelings don't feel like they will ever cease.
it is a pleasure to interpret and understand,
to feel these emotions when we're hand in hand.
this is my love poem for you,
everything within it, stands true.
um-hem... if this is a bad poem, whoops. i love you, you make me incredibly happy.
If my Valentine you won't be,
I'll hang myself on your Christmas tree.
 Nov 2019 Grace Spellman
saint
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compare yourself
It’s time to water my own plants,
It’s time to grow.

It’s time to bandage up
  my own wounds,
It’s time to heal.

It’s time to face my fears,
It’s time to fight.

I’m done sitting around,
I’m done waiting to be saved.

   I’m saving myself,
I’m fighting my own battles.
I’m done waiting. I’m just done with everyone.  I’m fighting my own battles. I don’t need anyone.
 Nov 2019 Grace Spellman
Robby
I’ve given away all the pieces
Of my heart and my soul
Each of you carry me with you now
That way I know you won’t ever be alone
And maybe I can feel that way too
 Nov 2019 Grace Spellman
b
that i liked the song your
boyfriend made.
i don’t. its bad. it doesnt mean
he is bad, just the song is bad.

all the alcohol i “drank” and
all the times i got “****** up”
or “smashed” in between
the ages of zero and nineteen.
lies. all i knew was the sadness
of others, my neighbours magnum opus.
why would i ever touch a brush for
myself when i could remake something
we all agree is beautiful.

when you once told me that
if two people stand at opposite sides
of the room and close their eyes,
if they keep walking forward
they’ll kiss. and when it didn’t
work the first time i guided you
into my lips and you smiled like
the sun was in us in that moment.

is that so wrong
You make me
both the happiest,
and the loneliest
person alive.
And that
is a terrifying power
to wield.
 May 2019 Grace Spellman
badtaste
reason and emotion sat alone in an empty room
my brain aches from all the arguing that seems to always
resume
I could take the Harlem night
and wrap around you,
Take the neon lights and make a crown,
Take the Lenox Avenue busses,
Taxis, subways,
And for your love song tone their rumble down.
Take Harlem's heartbeat,
Make a drumbeat,
Put it on a record, let it whirl,
And while we listen to it play,
Dance with you till day--
Dance with you, my sweet brown Harlem girl.
I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs.
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