Sean Foster Poems

life is lovely
fresh and doves flyin' above me
people still starin'
but I know they just carin' waitin' ta heah whats i gonna say
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wasn't long ago that you didn't care
'bout the tragedy them worried what you wear'd
carried that smile
sun shining in the sky
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and yet....
there we are
seated altogether
plagued by effort
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a trap called desire
sure to set a mind on fire
searching for something more
entangled and ensnared
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standing
face to face
our eyes together
listening
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indecision and strife
the story of time
wondering and choosing
which things we find
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