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Stephanie Warrillow Poem
Not all my wounds will heal.
Some are just too deep for that.
Sorry doesn't make things better.
I have lost more than i have won.
My head is full of broken memories.
There's no painkillers for emotion pain.
It's easy to break a heart and break trust.
But some broken things can never be mended.
Copyright © Stephanie Warrillow | Year Posted 2018
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A beloved building turn to ashes.
Priceless artwork swallowed by fire.
Watching the fire move from room to room.
Feeling My heart drop like stone in the ocean.
The smell of smoke travels up the street.
People moved from their houses.
Standing in the street watching the once great
Glasgow school of art burn.
Now all that remains is a burn empty shell.
Everything lost nothing saved hoping it can be fixed.
Not holding my breath.
A master piece gone in seconds never to be rebuilt.
Copyright © Stephanie Warrillow | Year Posted 2018
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Stephanie Warrillow Poem
I have tried to hold these words inside me
But I can't do it.
Do you miss me? Like I miss you.
Because we don't talk like we use to.
I am sorry that we have grown apart somehow.
I am sorry that nothing is same between us.
Maybe I shouldn't have told you how I felt.
Maybe I should have never said I love you.
I have tried to call but you never answer.
I have sent you messages and letter but
There's no reply either.
I am sorry that I lost the most beautiful person
I have ever known.
I am sorry that our friendship will never be the
Same.
Copyright © Stephanie Warrillow | Year Posted 2019
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Stephanie Warrillow Poem
The American dream,
Turned into the real
American horror story.
Copyright © Stephanie Warrillow | Year Posted 2018
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Stephanie Warrillow Poem
You are the dream I am
Always chasing.
Copyright © Stephanie Warrillow | Year Posted 2019
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Stephanie Warrillow Poem
It started with a kiss.
Watching sunsets.
Candle lit dinners.
Telling me i was the one.
Something changed inside him.
The cracks started to show.
It's not you it's me
Then the lies started.
Teardrop fell.
He wanted out.
I didn't stand in his way.
Copyright © Stephanie Warrillow | Year Posted 2018
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Stephanie Warrillow Poem
Does the dream die
When the dreamer dies?.
Can a broken heart love again?.
How free are we?.
Copyright © Stephanie Warrillow | Year Posted 2018
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Stephanie Warrillow Poem
I have been bottling these feelings up long enough.
My wounds are many and they run really deep.
All you ever did was tell me how wrong I am.
Yet the reasons you gave where never good.
I am wrong because I don't believe the same as you.
I am wrong for not hiding behind a fake mask.
I am wrong for saying I have anxiety and depression.
I am wrong because I won't back down anyone.
Every Sunday sitting in church with a sea of fake
Faces and their best Sunday smile.
Who is the biggest lair here then?.
You look at me with shame filled eyes.
Its not me who needs to look in a mirror.
I know what I am and the mistakes I made.
Copyright © Stephanie Warrillow | Year Posted 2019
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Stephanie Warrillow Poem
The unforgettable wild stare in his eyes
?The tenderness in his raspy voice,
?His slow lingering touch melts my core
?The caress of his lips on my neck,
The rising heat consumes me
?He knows he has me right where he wants me,
Pushed on to the bed.
?Lying naked before his wicked his smile,
One last look taken,
?One last touch felt,
?One last kiss tasted,
He left me lying on the bed in a heated mess.
Copyright © Stephanie Warrillow | Year Posted 2020
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Stephanie Warrillow Poem
When eyes meet
Worlds change.
Leaving nothing
As it once was.
Copyright © Stephanie Warrillow | Year Posted 2018
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