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Molly LaBelle Poems
But I think this is how it’s going to be. You see, you cannot peel off your nose or cut off your head. You cannot take the monsters out of me. They are part of me, too.
Why Can't The Music Stay?
The notes, They linger for a second
The Sun and The Moon
The sun and the moon are Meant to be. They are the only ones set in the same sky, But never in the same light.
The Man Across the Street (Fate's finger...
The Man Across the Street The man across the street died last weekend. He was seventy years old, found in his backyard.
As the Sun Defies Us
In response to a bad week, or month, or year, people say
15 years old Laying next to my best friend 2am on a summer night. The window is cracked
I'm not sure how I got here. I was afraid of
Most days Your smiling face brightens mine Just a little Other days, when it is just
To Grow Up Is To Fade Away
5 years old and always wanting a bedtime story And nothing would ever end. 8 years old and my eyes dance across the words in the book so joyfully And everything will always be infinite.
I Was Wrong (I Tried)
I told you I could save you and you looked at me With both doubt and hope And three months, A million laughs,
60,000 Miles of Veins
There are 60,000 miles of veins in my body and you are in all of them. You say you'll never travel the world,
I Think I Am
I am not the pouring rain or the light sprinkle. I am the sun coming out of the clouds on the way to the beach And the storm clouds covering the sky while in the water. I am not your favorite dessert
It leaves a gaping hole in my chest That pushes me back down into the mattress And holds me there. In June the wind blows as it whispers
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But I think this is how it’s going to be.
You see, you cannot peel off your nose or cut off your head.
You cannot take the monsters out of me.
They are part of me, too.
They will be inside me or they will be surrounding me.
And you cannot take them without taking me too.
You cannot love me without loving them too.
(So leave them)