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  Nov 2014 Leah Rose
Mishty
He's that to me,
What sun is to a sunflower.
What rain is to the peacocks.
What moon is to a partridge.
What dream is to a person.
And what words are to a writer.
He's my muse.
Leah Rose Nov 2014
I'm sitting here
coffee table but no coffee
instead just *****
typically typing regret on white screens

it was like any other wednesday
but then it left a sudden bang
to you who made me happy
sorrowed by your absence

jumbling words altogether
wanted to scream at you
at my creator
as to why you didn't love me

as foolish as i sound
tears streak down
not anger but sadness
filled this room

and now, it's thursday
three weeks after
told myself i'm all good
but here i am all ***** and tears

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