Poems from Mjoie

I am not a poet. I won't garner any praise. But I'm not a song writer, An artist, An author, Or a singer, Etc. What else is there? Often I'...
It's happening again. I'm left here with someone I don't know. I loved you before the sun set, I think. The stranger holds his arms around...
Blades of grass Tiny flowers He twists a chain And places it, Delicately, Around my neck. I will it to stay. I breathe softly; I do not...
It starts with a heartbeat. Heartbeats that are inches or miles apart Crescendo into a fraction of a moment- The blink of four eyes: All...
  I know, You’re tired of being the only one fighting And you're tired of being the only one falling, You're tired of failing at being...

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