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Suffocating

Why did God create them?

To make me cry at night.

The world is covered in a shadow,

And they crawl inside my heart.

Tingling in my fingers,

but no sparkle in my eye.

It’s a wonder that they are here,

in a place that is so sacred.

Tell me to hold back,

I already can’t breathe.

Black vines wrapped up in my soul,

Of all my worries and your fears.

~Lynne

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Preservation

This isn’t for you

or for me,

but for the us

of tomorrow.

When life won’t

seem so surreal.

~Lynne

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Haunting

I drew you today,

in light and darkness,

the way you stay,

in my mind of sadness.

~Lynne

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Oh, Sweet Indulgence

Curls, rosy cheeks,

A mask so sweet,

When she speaks,

Your knees go weak.

 

An angel with a broken wing,

She seeks love’s sting,

Risks angering her beloved king,

Maybe she will just stay for spring.

 

Spring turns into summer, fall,

Her shining glory, dust covers all,

Soon she will be forced to crawl,

Her lovers, she will no longer enthrall.

 

Lonely in the world she creates,

She shakes her wings and waits,

Broken wing gone, leaves it to the fates,

No longer can she make it back to the gates.

 

Saintly mask led her admirers in,

Stayed for the mask of mortal sin,

She now has to live with whats within,

Here is the world’s smallest violin.

 

~Lynne

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My Comeback….again.

I have been neglectful

my old friend,

I forgot the feeling

of paper and pen.

This leaves me regretful

but this is not the end.

I will leave you squealing

with my new found yen.

 

~Lynne

 

 

 

 

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Into the Fire

Out of the heart and into the fire

That’s where you and I will retire

For we can never aspire

To be what we desired

I’m preaching to the choir

I loved you prior

To you becoming a liar.

~HonestLynne

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Coming to Terms

Heard a song today on the radio
It sang
What’s the greatest chapter in your book?
Are there pages where it hurts to look?”
I gave the thought a ponder or two
Diaries stuffed in the bottom of drawers
Keeping all those secrets moments
Making me cringe at just the thought
Now take all those cringing moments
They might stack up to the ceiling
But I have to give them thanks
If it wasn’t for all those scribbled journals
 I wouldn’t be writing this.
~HonestLynne

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