Poems from Chloe Quinlan

  2013 and it's 2 am, I am alone in the middle of the garden. I am staring at the stars, Looking at the barrier between you and I. While...
  Pale pink lips full in the sunlight, Graceful fingers carefully plucking at my heart. She plays me like her mother plays with sunlight....
They say that things go in threes. Such as bad luck and the three primary colors but, Don't they forget about the rest.   They say things...
  Have you ever felt that you eyes were slightly clouded, Like you were looking but everything was turned upside down? Have you ever had...
If only I could jump past all these thoughts, circling my mind. Like the rainbow trout swimming against the Yellowstone. But all I can do...

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