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Lucey Snyder Mar 2010
To myself, the words are hidden
The power behind it suppressed
Others hear the words ring clear
They see my heart like glass
The tender care behind the phrase
The months of emotion
poured into three words
To myself, I won't admit
To others, an open book
To you, a complicated mess
Don't shoot me down
Please let me admit it
Deep breath, gentle voice
I'll whisper the truth
"I love you"
Lucey Snyder Mar 2010
Without you warmth
I shiver and shake
these seats where I sit
are cold and unfit
the pale sun brings me
no comfort or joy
these gloomy Autumn days
make me long for you
I wonder, too, in my selfishness
if you are longing to see
the girl who's missing you

Your arms are comfort, your chest is warmth
your touch stirs my blood
and clears my head
But what do I do to you?
My heart feels heavy...
Lucey Snyder Mar 2010
Under the silence of bye
Stars blanket the sky
which reflects off your eye
that will soon become my
happiness and reason to fly
far from the fear to die
Giving you reason to tie
a bond between the sky
and my eye
(I was just playing around with some words, this was the outcome) :)
Lucey Snyder Mar 2010
An elevated surface, a pulpit so to speak
This stage that chains so many
And makes them all but meek
With feet made out of iron
Redness creeps into the cheek
Every exit curtained in a cage
I stand atop a lowly stage
And pray my lines don't squeak
Lucey Snyder Mar 2010
Frustration runs amidst them
Like blood in the water to a frenzy of poetic sharks
Poor Elliot, the wetsuit clad diver
Mistaken for a tasty seal
But the diver is hidden now
Missing an arm or two and some pride

But we hungry sharks are not abated
Something is missing, something is lost
Perhaps if we had a place to converse
This mystery would be solved
And we'd return your arm...
but only one, even we need collateral
*Evil Smirk
Lucey Snyder Feb 2010
Today in the mirror shown, the pale reflection of a girl
With eyes of cloudless sky, she sees her life
Blotchy imperfections speckle the curve of her cheekbones
Light brown in winter, harsh freckles in the summer
Oceans of envy  poured into her Rapunzel-like hair
Hoping it to be long, she lives a full life
A catalyst for the phrase,"It's complicated"
She smiles and nods
With a secret upon her lovely lips
Lucey Snyder Feb 2010
Come here, Duckie
Rest your head in my lap
Tell me your worries, your troubles
Just leave it all in my lap
Allow my love to enclose you
Until joy fills your emptiness
In return friend, please let me
See your smile, again :)
*Written for Jon, my dear friend
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