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Chelsea Scott Poem
Desire, like fire, wires the soul.
Hope, holding, like limbs to the tree.
The heart like a person, tries to be whole.
Breath, like spirit, striving to set free.
Life, like love, living to displease.
Love, like life, living to decay.
Death, infecting things like disease.
Trust, like dust, crushed falls away.
And still, we sit still... pondering.
Words, like worms, infesting the mind.
On this path we'll be wandering.
Thought, like the path, is left behind.
Yet, we move forward from our pasts,
and know that sorrow never lasts.
Copyright © Chelsea Scott | Year Posted 2013
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Chelsea Scott Poem
I waited for you,
to be here with me.
My comfort. My life.
My everything.
Forever with you,
that is my place.
I am you; you are me.
We are everything.
You live to die.
I die to live.
Lifelessly laying, limp and light.
Your touch, bringing me to life.
Now old, aged and tired.
I am wearing away.
Watching you grow bigger,
I will never grow that way.
My body weak and frail.
Ruby red, delicate, like fine wine.
Brittle with splits and gashes.
Fallen fragments, I could never feel.
But oh, how I love you.
And I know you love me.
Although our visits are brief,
I'll be here waiting.
Copyright © Chelsea Scott | Year Posted 2013
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