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Rebecca Johnson Poem
First comes winter. The hardest to survive.
Cold and barren; the frost eats you alive.
Branches of hope bare; leaves of love decayed,
Around your heart and soul, you’ve built a barricade.
Next is the spring; winter gone at last.
The time for new life, no longer bound to your past.
Resilience gave you another chance;
Your refuse to look back now, not even a glance.
Now the summer, best season of all.
You think you’ve moved on, standing proud and tall.
Growing and blossoming towards the sky,
Barely remembering the last goodbye.
Darker nights now autumn is here,
Doubts create fog this time of year.
Leaves of joy and fulfilment are furling and falling,
Memories of lost love you just keep recalling.
Then winter strikes again, but not quite as strong,
You wonder why you still haven’t moved on.
Reliving every mistake and regret,
The frost bites your skin. It won’t let you forget.
The seasons repeat until you become winterless,
Your bark has healed, you are finally splinterless,
Life now a lattice of long summer, carefree spring,
But occasionally the autumn may sometimes creep in.
Or so that is what I hear,
But I still have winter as part of my year.
Copyright © Rebecca Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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Rebecca Johnson Poem
Gazing in the sea that is your eyes,
My heart it beats to the rhythm of safety.
A sparking blue gem of the earth,
Catching my dreams and my breath.
Mirroring the light that is your smile,
Heart beating in time to our laughter.
The mischief eminent in your grin,
Its sound and your strong arms pulling me in.
Gently caressing the soft bed that is your skin,
The flutter of my heart the only sound.
Smooth and firm ivory holds me tight,
Nothing in the world could feel this right.
Joining with the soft petals that are your lips,
Heart racing faster than my short breaths.
Lips fusing, uniting, merging into one,
My heart is on fire and all senses but touch are gone.
Two years of bliss and then plummet.
Reality hazy and hope scattered
With the pieces of my heart.
The black void in the centre your eyes,
The smirk lurking in your smile,
On your skin lies prickles and thorns,
And from your lips harsh words are born.
These things they went unnoticed,
But now they’re all I see.
The you I knew, is memories,
But the true you lives in reality.
Copyright © Rebecca Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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Rebecca Johnson Poem
Six long months I've lived without
Your smile, your touch, your kiss.
It gets easier, they say
Yet you I'll always miss.
Is it because you're my first love?
First kiss, first smile, first touch?
Or is it because you're just someone
I'll always love so much?
You were my world, my heart, my soul,
My everything; my passion.
But I was just your love affair,
Your temporary distraction.
You say that what you felt was real
You say that it was true,
But it would be impossible to love
As much as I loved you.
Although that I am happy now,
My days they feel complete,
I cannot help but think of you;
My daily thoughts are not discreet.
I wonder what you're doing now,
If your happiness is real.
I wonder if you miss me at all
And the way I made you feel.
We had our good times, lots of bad,
We both know that is true.
But we were feeling good before
I suddenly lost you.
Of all the things I said and did,
My one biggest regret
Was pushing you away by starting
Fights, and making you upset.
Although it was my fault I said I'd change
And begged for one more chance,
But you discarded me and would not
Let us have our final dance.
Though I will always care for you
I need to let you go.
Holding onto memories kills me,
But I am stronger than you know.
Copyright © Rebecca Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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Rebecca Johnson Poem
We coalesce, a mass of limbs,
Our bodies and souls connect.
I know your face, I know your skin,
And every perfect defect.
We speak in whispers, breathe our words,
Kiss our thoughts and feelings.
Laugh out loud, free as birds,
All wounds are quickly healing.
We share our secrets, share our dreams,
Our minds they become one.
But all is not as it seems,
You’re in my head; you’re gone.
Copyright © Rebecca Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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