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Christopher Shipp Poem
There is no reason to feel
To heal for my hills are filled
With tomorrows and empty sorrows
Of withered and dead flowers that turn to grey like ghost
As they blow in the wind the shrill soft grim “can we just be ………”
It never ends and what started in poetry ends in poetry
Openly exposing me to a miscarriage in times ovaries
Copyright © Christopher Shipp | Year Posted 2007
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Christopher Shipp Poem
Do butterflies fly in my mind when time has demised?
Do eyes glide tears of forgiveness upon me?
As a cold heart beat upon we,
I am pondering in my own hell as I long for she,
Somehow I got to be the beginning and the end,
The sunlight that brings life to thee as the heavens descend,
After life like life we so heavenly in,
But Just Friends Feels like foes and we will never be so close,
The end is the beginning as we choose different path in life’s fork in the road,
Fait has so formality sawn a chapter in this bottomless heart,
My consecration to stay faithful to this scar,
When my brain waves gave unto the dark, light there you are,
For the chapter is timeless as I slip unto my rest,
That possesses reincarnation of thy heart,
Copyright © Christopher Shipp | Year Posted 2006
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