Poems from AdaraJaded

I want to grow old with wrinkles Lines on my face from smiling, and crying, and always being so very human This is my reality and I will...
I sleep in nothing but a chain A short, gold chain draped on my neck It weighs on me, I feel it closing in Choking me when I am weak   My...
I eat daffodils in the dirt Wearing my fancy dress Wondering if it will rain I am happy that I do not know it   I think back on that day...
I run in the grass avoiding clover the bees are there the white and purple balls of petals they do not want to hurt me yet they do not...
London and New York  we look the same but live so far away separated by the tears of long dead sailors the seasons build years between us...

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