Poems from Sylvia Davis Mar

I write you this letter as I lay belly-down on the now very faded hammock in our backyard. The same hammock you and I would lay on for...
For better or for worse, Lovers pass. In sickness and in health, Lovers pass. The seasons seem to change with the people, Not the other way...
You walk in the room My hands begin to shake You look at me My heart pounds I can feel it fighting to jump through my skin You begin to...
Voices haunt my sleep. Soaring shadows awaken my soul. Falling far, far, far down into the depths of ruins and caves you left empty for my...
when i get tired (this feeling of lonliness) i close my eyes (come meet me) i walk through my dimly lit mind (everything is empty) and i...

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