Emily Wood Poems

Could you forgive?
Could you come home?
Could you give
A map and road?
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I can feel
My eyes shake
Thank the Lord
I'm awake!
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These sweet hours of memory
Joining forever gracefully
With my wildest fantasies
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Just as the bloom is to the root
And the wire to the guitar
Just as the field is to the fireflies
And the skies are to the stars
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Times once were sweet with innocence and purity

With longing for fairy tales, more that they were real
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I know shades of darkness.
Most aren't dark at all.

It's a fake smile, on the brightest of days.
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There was you, then.

Bright eyed, and alive.
Perhaps about ten?
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