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Lillian Harris May 2015
It is with
These hands
That I have sealed
The chains
Upon my wrists
And in my fear
I quite lose sight
Of reasons to persist.
Lillian Harris May 2015
The water
From the faucet
Cleanses the dirt
From my pores
But it cannot sink in
Past my skin
To purify
My soul.
Lillian Harris May 2015
In losing you
I left behind
A love
That was never
Returned
And a heart
That wasn't mine,
Yet gained
A lesson learned.

In leaving me
You lost
A love
That was
Invariably yours,
And obtained at parting,
In my wake,
The pieces of my heart
You once promised
Not to break.
I'll say goodbye now since you never did.
Lillian Harris May 2015
The door to my heart
Was always left ajar
In hopes that some lovely soul
Would make himself at home.
I should have had
The foresight
To keep it closed
And lock it tight
When you arrived;
A charming thief
In the dead of night.
I should've kept my walls up.
Lillian Harris May 2015
My hands search
For a grip
That won't falter

My arms stretch
To find warmth
Where I lay

My eyes burn
With a past
I can't alter

My heart aches
For a love
That will stay.
Lillian Harris May 2015
Somewhere along the journey
Through the forest dark and deep
We gave away our faces
And our souls were lulled to sleep,
Now we are reflections
Of everything we see,
Replacing who we are
With who we're trying to be.
Lillian Harris Apr 2015
Lies
Love
Fear
Faith
Secrets
Seashells
Daydreams
Vast blue oceans
Running in fields
Fireflies in mason jars
Cliffs overlooking the sea
Raindrops on misty panes of glass
The sound of the wind through the trees
The crisp crunch of autumn leaves beneath feet
The rush of feeling during the culmination of a song
Blurred colors and flashing light through the car windows
Forests filled with ancient relics from another time
Dancing alone with the music blasting loud
Adventures to nowhere in particular
The mystery behind the ruins
Slow dancing with a stranger
The sound of crashing waves
Nations I’ve yet to visit
Burnt orange sunsets
Pages in old books
Crackling fires
Constellations
Howling wind
Empty rooms
Guitar strings
Graveyards
60 degrees
Piano keys
Pleasure
Gain
Loss
Pain.
My head is a chaotic place.
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