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Brynna Murphy Poem
You’re jealous, and you have no right to be.
As faithful as I am, infidelity is all you see.
Penny for your thoughts?
Forget it; I already know.
In your mind I’m out with a bunch of hotshots,
Thinking I don’t think of you as I stare out the window.
What have I done to make you doubt?
To be honest I’m getting quite worn-out.
You say you simply can’t.
You say sorry, that you tried.
Your trust you cannot grant,
So in your suspicion I cannot abide.
Copyright © Brynna Murphy | Year Posted 2006
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Brynna Murphy Poem
I’m watching the people pass by,
Looking for answers in the sky.
The breeze hits my face,
But I only long for your embrace.
In a world that seems so plain,
It is you who keeps me sane.
It’s strange to see how relaxed people are.
They seem to have not one bruise, not one scar.
Maybe I’m just one to wear my heart on my sleeve.
Makes me wonder what people will say on my death’s eve.
Love is patient, love is kind.
That’s what I’ve heard, but I’m losing my mind.
It is your kiss for which I long.
It tears through me like a knife, like a song.
Wishful thinking won’t get me anywhere,
Because what I want, I want to share.
People never see me as I truly am.
They don’t know how I work, how I jam.
I don’t know if that means people cannot see,
Or if I’m really not the person I want to be.
Either way life is the same,
Always complex, yet always tame.
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Brynna Murphy Poem
Don’t give me no lip,
Just lend me your ears.
You ask me how did I not trip
On life through the years.
Here, my friend, is what I do.
This is the secret I give to you.
When I am down and all alone,
When the skies are gray and weary,
I work my fingers to the bone
And play my cheery melody eerie.
Pop! Slam! Bam!
Yeah, I can jam.
I can change my style
Like the leaves in October.
I can entrance and beguile,
Or I can leave you sober.
My jam is Mozart with his turns and trills,
Kander and Elfman with their slides and frills.
In my mind I hear the sounds
Of orchestras and rock bands.
They play the stars and battlegrounds
Like waves crashing against the rocky lands.
The music I hear bolts from the blue.
The music I play takes the wind out of you.
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Brynna Murphy Poem
I love.
I feel love;
It is mine.
Passionate as prayer is the love I have,
And as true as a sailor’s star.
My love is pure,
A gentle mist upon your cheek.
As I search through life,
It is you whom I seek.
And now that you are found, my love,
Speak.
Let me hear your words of love forever whispering in my ear.
Copyright © Brynna Murphy | Year Posted 2006
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