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Lillian Harris Jun 2015
I planted flowers
At your feet
But they soon
Grew too tall,
And tangled 'round
Your face until
You were not
There at all.
Lillian Harris Jun 2015
Staring
At the ocean
And the waves
That crash and foam,
I realize
In their motion
The sensation
Of home.
Lillian Harris Jun 2015
I am
A whirlwind
Of wandering thoughts,
A cyclone
Of spiraling dreams
A tempest
Of trepidation
A world
Fraying at the seams.
Lillian Harris Jun 2015
Strange
How all the
Colors fade
Just as soon as
They come to stay,
And drain like
All the empty words
That I heard you say.
Lillian Harris Jun 2015
Lonely benches,
Empty chairs,
Spaces filled
With empty air,
Absence felt
But never eased,
Love observed
But never seized.
Lillian Harris Jun 2015
We are just ghosts
Aimlessly passing the time,
Forgotten places
Left behind,
Boarded up doorways
Stained by decay,
Restlessly looming
In the deepening gray,
Disappearing beneath
The undergrowth
Lillian Harris Jun 2015
The mind
Contains much more
Than the tongue
Tries to convey.

The heart
Knows such sensations
That the mouth
Could never say.
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