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Ellie Smart Poem
I can taste undeniable fear,
Upon your warm lips.
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Ellie Smart Poem
[Work In Progress, a quick rambling]
I had never been one for love.
Not the candle lit dinners,
or blood red roses.
But you insisted on taunting me,
And i grew to detest you.
Never the less,
you demanded on taking my hand,
and walking me into the open.
Where I was left waiting,
exposed and bitter,
from the winter storms.
Now you have so little time,
For a shallow soul like mine,
And I have too much time,
For an hazy mind like yours.
Copyright © Ellie Smart | Year Posted 2016
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Ellie Smart Poem
You know,
One day i'm going to get drunk.
And these words will come flowing,
like a soft spring,
Over jagged ice.
Melting the sharp blades,
Into smooth edges
That will stab,
my fragile skin.
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Ellie Smart Poem
That shed you made,
It was cold, and bitter.
You used our oak,
My oak,
For your,
Own reasoning.
[Work in progress]
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Ellie Smart Poem
We were in the car,
And your voice moved through me.
We were barely concious,
It was 4:32 in the morning.
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