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Dana Potter Poem
I'm a long forgotten soul,
The world has become so cold.
Life is hanging by a thread,
Everyone seems so dead.
Where do I stand in this life?
In my hand, I wield a knife.
It's funny when no cares,
I'll just fall right down these stairs.
No one even knows,
There was not even a crow.
Do not tell me it is a lie,
I have already said goodbye.
No it is not a con,
I am already too far gone.
Copyright © Dana Potter | Year Posted 2016
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Dana Potter Poem
Falling for someone I wish I'd stayed away from,
That forbidden love that drives me closer to being free.
To cut the rope that holds me back,
And run to the figure in the shinning light.
Watching as the ropes and thorns,
Grab at me as I run for freedom,
As I get there I fall to my knees,
Clenching at the earth below me,
Looking up I see the love I had,
Was just lust for someone I will never have.
Maybe it was all in my head,
When he hands slid down my body,
Telling my how beautiful I was.
As when he held me night, I felt powerful,
Blood rushing through my veins as he touched me.
But as I walked away,
Thinking the feelings would escape me,
I found myself falling, hard.
His soft words, his gentle touch.
The way he laid beside me at night,
When he spoke my name, as he lifted me up.
The way it felt when our body's touched.
I want him,
He doesn't want me...
I can't tell, is it,
Lust... or Love?
Copyright © Dana Potter | Year Posted 2016
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Dana Potter Poem
One of many,
You stand in a crowd,
You are unique in your own way.
You look around, your different.
There isn't anyone who is the same.
Everyone is happy, cheerful,
Alone, we make a difference,
Together, we make a difference.
We stand for freedom,
We stand for each other.
Copyright © Dana Potter | Year Posted 2016
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