Poppy the Poet
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Moonlight drenches me like tears as sleep captures you but not me. My dreams are of you, even when I am staring wide eyed at the ceiling. Your daydreams are about her, even when she looks the other way and my eyes only ever find you in every crowd, through every storm.
A Song of Sorrow
I saw him as someone he wasn’t – someone filled with goodness instead of the festering calamity that actually inhabited him. His touch was like lightning, and I’d always loved storms. I thought eyes seeing me meant a heart loving me, but I couldn’t have been more wrong.
The Word We Fear and Crave
Love is the letter I wrote to you but never sent because the words meant more than the little moments you never cared to notice. Love is the warm tears pooling in my eyes when your smile falters. Love is the healing that trickles through the gaps in my fingers when I hold my hands out to you.