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Kaylee Marie Jan 2019
I wander through the garden with skies so blue  
how lucky I am to have found you
on my darkest days, when I've lost my way
you remind me that life is more than grey
you bring color into my eyes, warmth through my veins
and yet all you do is stand here in the rain
you remind me of the simple pleasures in life, that beauty comes in all forms
you remind me to take a deep breath, you're the calm before the storm
so I'll leave you here for another, a wanderer down your path thank you four leaf clover for bringing my sunshine back
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Kaylee Marie Oct 2018
You ask me to tell you my story
So you can scan it and move on to the next book.
But I cannot be your Sunday read.
I can only be your Sunday coffee.

What makes you think I’ll let you have a taste.
So you can spit me out and never try again?
I know you’re not in the place to try something new,
So I’ll save you from trying me.

I’ll save you from the sweetness,
The aftertaste of me lingering throughout.

How strongly I crave your bitter taste.
When I can’t sleep on Sunday night.
When I can’t cope with reality.
And I pull you towards me in the hopes of getting a taste,
Only for you to burn my tongue.

When you come around again I’ll go for another sip
In the hopes that someday you’ll keep me warm and alive
Instead of burning my insides

— The End —