Melissa Hurst Poems

Where to depart...
From a lowly bridge
Or a tall cliff?
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Mystery of the moon's lunar light
Reminds me of your face so bright
Its beauty conquers me with strong might
I see no end to it in sight.
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With you, my sweet, I hope for nothing
My world will turn to mush if I begin admitting
With you, my dear, I yearn with vain effort
My heart will only bleed from rejection's discomfort.
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Put on your black clothes,
we're departing before daylight.
No more pointless televisions shows,
We'll board a ship that glows.
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O, how wicked are my pangs!
They rip me apart as I rest
and keep my heart wrought with agony!
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Peniamina, dwelling in the land of dreams
Keep still thine eyes
And let mine observe without notice.
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Cold and sparkling is its shell,
what a thrill to see
the beauty within!
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My heart throbs for a male strumpet,
my strings are manipulated,
poor puppet am I.
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