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Simone King

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

5 poems·Since February 2015
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For You

July 25, 2016

Silence in the day crowd

Whispers only heard at night

The grey clouds infused with color that scream so loud

How I wish I could see that sight

 

The cold air that blows in my face

The fire burning so close to my heart

That heats up like wood in a fireplace

And shapes a creation of love in the form of art

 

Your face filled with a brown tone

Just looking at myself in the mirror reminds me so much of you

That voice I used to converse with on the phone

The need to recuperate so I won't write with the emotion of being blue

 

My Superman, the hero that was always there

For me, when I needed help you were the person I could go

To, for where the comfort I wanted was rare

To find, in my house where the water did not flow

 

The heavens above tell me that you are safe and protected

If anything should happen, I promise I'll be alright

No harm shall come before me, staying cool, calm and collected

Because I know one day I will be right next to you in all white

 

Speak to me because how do I know you are still here?

I want the angels to deliver me a message from you

That way I don't have to live my life in fear

And carry on in shining lights like I'm making my big debut

 

The memories we had will be forever kept in my mind

There will never be another just like you in this world

So pure and sweet like a rose who has made my heart so kind

Colors so bright spinning in the grass with a passionate swirl

 

The light shining down on my dark brown eyes

I can picture your image so vividly that it comes alive

Your heart holds the key to my mystery prize

Everything I do is for you, so I'll try my hardest for you to thrive and strive

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