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Savannah Wells Poem
Skin
When you walk down the hall with your friends
all laughing and smiling,
you laugh
you smile too,
and your skin just waves.
But you always know they see it,
the racist,
the fakes,
the richest,
the ugliness,
the privileged.
It carries the right to
be rude to everyone,
it complains and
demands everything.
It yells at the other race
and is too busy getting manicures to care,
it apologizes but never means it
and looks terrible,
but you aren’t like that,
not at all.
It’s just 2:30 pm.
On a Friday
and you all,
are walking home.
Copyright © Savannah Wells | Year Posted 2019
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Savannah Wells Poem
I can't be...
not really...
it's not possible..
but I can't stop myself.
The way you look,
the way your smile has a crookedness to it.
How you talk with ease,
completely and utterly smooth.
How you stop me with one glance,
making me freeze like ice.
Your hands gentle and kind,
moving slowly and steady with everything you do.
When you walk by my life brightens,
turning into an amazing sunrise.
Your laugh that makes me smile,
makes me feel...feel real.
But I'm scared...
Not of you,
but of the thing that lingers between.
Falling.
Falling so hard that I fall past you and hit the ground.
You take my breath away,
make me feel alive and warm.
But if I'd fall for you,
would you do the same.
Or let me crash and hurt myself.
That's what I fear.
I fear falling in love with you.
Copyright © Savannah Wells | Year Posted 2019
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Savannah Wells Poem
He always made sure we were,
happy.
Never sad,
for we couldn't bare the heart break.
He always made sure we were,
together.
Never apart,
for we couldn't bare the distance.
He always made sure we were,
comfortable.
Never a touch of discomfort,
for we couldn't bare an unease style.
He always made sure he was,
there.
Never gone,
he couldn't bare an absence.
He always made sure he was,
loving.
Never unloved,
He couldn't bare the hurting.
He always made sure he was,
gentle.
Never ruthless,
he couldn't bare the deterioration of me.
I always made sure to,
smile.
Never real,
I couldn't bare to let him see.
I always made sure to,
watch.
Never abandoned sight,
I couldn't bare to let him find out.
I never made sure of the realization,
emptiness.
Never full,
I could never put it together.
I never made sure
of....
of....
Not us,
but me.
Copyright © Savannah Wells | Year Posted 2019
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