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Brittney Ginevan Poem
I drove three hours to see you.
I called out of work,
I missed a meeting to be with you.
I spent the little money that I have on you.
I ended meaningful relationships to please you.
I hold you in my hand and I worship you.
Now you course through my veins,
Everything is still.
Copyright © Brittney Ginevan | Year Posted 2018
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Brittney Ginevan Poem
I woke up but I was afraid to open my eyes,
The furniture was whispering at me to rise,
I felt uneasy in this cold gray room,
The branches swayed in the wind with force,
I heard footsteps and motion from the rocking horse,
My name was being called in an unearthing way,
I followed the sound until I came to the olive door,
My body and mind fighting inside me like war,
I shuffle inside too curios to turn around,
My breath is labored and I feel spellbound,
The door shuts with strength now I am isolated,
Her eyes meet mine and she smiles with desire,
I begin to sweat and burn like a wildfire,
I awake on the cold floor it’s almost dawn,
I look to my left I see the sun beaming in the light,
I look to my right and see the olive door in the moonlight.
Copyright © Brittney Ginevan | Year Posted 2019
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