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Lillian Harris Nov 2016
She will have fireworks
In her eyes
And lips that steal
The words
Out of your mouth

She will be made
Of wind and wildfire
And you will be
Consumed
By her

She will be light
Where I am
Shadow
And heat
Where I am cold

She will not be heavy
In your arms when you hold her
And I will curse my darkness
For leaning on your shoulder
Lillian Harris Nov 2016
I built my hopes
On dreams of you
With parapets
And spires
Lofty columns
Reaching into
Amaranthine skies

But castles are not
Meant to stand
Atop unsure foundations
And these walls
Become so fragile
With your cyclic
Oscillation
I am impatient and you are indecisive and my heart is such a reckless thing.
Lillian Harris Nov 2016
She clings
With lonely hands
To thorn-ridden
Roses
And yet
She is
Bewildered
When her hands
Begin to
Bleed
Lillian Harris Oct 2016
Strangers at the edge
Of the churchyard
Cry their
Crocodile tears
And murmur
Dull regrets into
The dampened earth,
While the sad girl lies
In a Soulless Garden

Ravens watch
From the gloom of
The yew tree
And join in the
Mourner’s requiem,
While wringing hands
Throw lilies
Onto the upturned soil,
And the sad girl’s soul
Bleeds sorrow

Harrowed faces
Fade into the fog
And the bell
In the church tower rings
And the Ravens
Leave their tree
And the soul of the sad girl
Grieves alone
By the stone
In her Soulless Garden
Lillian Harris Aug 2016
I thought I saw you
Yesterday
In the face of a
Stranger
As he stood
By the sea,
And the breath
In my lungs caught
Like kite strings tangling
In the boughs of trees

He had your smile
Almost,
From far away
But it wasn't
Quite the same
And I felt
The old wound
In my chest begin to
Open up again
With that familiar pain.
Lillian Harris Jul 2016
She leans
Against the wall
A flower
Wilting
In the shade
He is sunlight
Suffocating
Beneath the
Gathering clouds
So far beyond
Her reach

The heavens
Break apart
When his heart
Becomes
Too heavy
And the rain is
Liquid loneliness
On her skin
Reminding her
Of all the lovely things
They could have been.
Lillian Harris Jul 2016
He has a smile that
Mesmerizes,
Carefully hiding
The circles that form
Beneath his eyes.
He laughs like he
Doesn't feel hollow inside
But the sound never seems
To come out quite right

He lives
Like the silver moon,
In a midnight starlit sky.
Faces stare admiringly
Yet he always wonders why.
He only sees the shadows
Swimming before his face,
Never the light that he emits,
With unassuming grace.

He longs for
Constellations
But I am just one fleck
Of light amidst the darkness
That wraps around his neck
I feel his aching heart contract,
Encased in ice and stone
Oh, that I could be the warmth
That he has seldom known.
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