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kpotter
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United States, montana, Bozeman

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Random poems inspired by imagination and reality (in no particular order)

1.
I see your skin has grown thicker,
Protecting the beauty within.
And your eyes have sunk deeper,
Keeping the light shining dim.

Its been too long, my love
My love,
Since the warmth of a hand
Did touch.
Yet it cannot be my hand
For already it has clearly done
Too much.



2.
I make my choices, I’ll take the blame.
I know I hurt you but life is still the same.

You’re already leavin, you’ve made that clear,
Then you linger when noone else is here.

I want you to leave, please go from me.
You are just the blunt tool of my guilt,
Endlessly breaking me.




3.
Fear grips tight
I cannot move.
The edge is near.
But its far too soon.

My pulse beats fast.
I’m starting to slip.
Please make it end.
Just as quick.

Shapes around me blur.
I do not know.
Myself anymore.

Everything acts to reflect
The falsity I assume
Suspect.

Oh god what would you say
To excuse your absence.
On such a fated day?
Oh God what can I do,
When it cannot be stopped.
Even by you?

With one last step.
I’ve started to fall.
And gladly I say goodbye to it all.





4.
You are just a tool for my guilt as
I lurch farther and farther away.
My eyes are open but it is a sunless day.

Its been so long since when
But in memory I call you up again.
Before I take the pill I know I’ll regret
The place where want and shame first met.

Its quiet here as the dark resides,
I’m calm again with the changing tides.

A wind breaks loose,
The storm blows wild,
I must leave before
I’m seen
In the eyes of the child.




5.
I can see there is no room for me in your grand plan,
The roads all lead to just one place
But by it you only stand.




6.
Many have walked on this empty road,
And I am just another of the cracked and spilled
Souls.

Where it goin, where it goes.
Aint nobody here who knows.

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