Poems from claire.e

Morning dew trickled off my eyelashes Like an afterthought of last night’s storm I fell asleep drowning in my pillowcase  Trying to dry out...
No, no I recognize you I met you last year I remember that night.   No, don't come closer I remember you You speak in cliches, And i fell...
A mother's milky skin never keeps you awake for long My mother is cold, so I am always satisfied by a goosebumps embrace, a quiet good...
When should i tell you That the young girl smiling at you across the table Kissing you between popcorn kernels and movie scenes Is made of...
They say home is where the heart is So I built us a house of cliches Cut out the electricity, Because they say love is blind Changed all...

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