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 May 2015 Hayley Anders
ThePoet
You hold grudges,
as if you've
never wronged anyone
yourself

You bear grudges,
as if you
don't know how
much it hurts
to have one
against yourself

Remember what you've done
Remember how it feels

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...you stained my life with paint I've failed to wash off..I'm proud of the design you put upon it.. *thank you
Notes to my ex
 May 2015 Hayley Anders
Tea
I keep trying to find
the right words to say;
but my throat has gone dry
my voice has gone weak
*and you never loved me anyway
My soul keeps crying out to you
but you choose to let me bleed.
When storms are there, I cry and shout
With tears and fears, can't make a call
But you still come to my surprise
You always catch me when I fall
You never let me fall. I love you.
 May 2015 Hayley Anders
Just Melz
Poetry is art
      Poetry is visual

Poets can see the words

The way a play write
Can see the actors on stage
       with every line he writes

The way a musician
Can see the notes dance on air
       with every key she plays

The way a sculptor
Can see the final sculpture
       with every cut of their knife

The way a painter
Can see the waves of the ocean
        with every stroke of blue
                  on a blank canvas

Poetry is visual
      Poetry is art
            Poets are artists
       They write **from the heart
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