Sierra Horton Poems

Blue eyes to behold

Thick lashes framing your soul
...

You looked at me

with fire
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I belong surrounded by tall trees
And babbling brooks
With green grass
And picnic lunches.
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I will take my time as I unravel the binds
That you laced around your figure,
My fingers handling the intricate knots with care,
And I will be attentive to every truss,
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The sun shines on my petals and I open up,
Drinking in the daylight, my leaves stretching
Towards the clouds, soaking in the warmth
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The waves keep crashing over me, making breathing difficult.
Any moment I hope to wash up on a shore that I can call my own,
Make my home, but for right now I float.
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It rains.
The clouds leak their salty tears
Onto the unsuspecting people down below.
The rain drops drip onto
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