Lydia Waldock
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Nothing more to itA Poem by Lydia WaldockLooking back at it There’s nothing more than walking trees Mossy grounds Soft stepping stones Nothing more to the sky Than the crysta.. |
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Sharing bodiesA Poem by Lydia WaldockSharing bodies Not as one Living for lust The dreams of id be with you Are nonsense nonetheless Yet we share bodies And gentle kisses .. |
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I hope you do tooA Poem by Lydia WaldockRivers of mistakes Time to tick by Ducks sitting in water Campfire smoke Moonlight reflections Warmed by your smile Laughter so loud Pit.. |
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party favorsA Poem by Lydia Waldocklick the broken skin ceanred rash in the shape of lipsthe disgusting sound of her bileI have never seen a sun so red blood reddo you warn me agaisnt m.. |
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BucketsA Poem by Lydia WaldockWhen I was younger my teacher told the class and I a story about buckets"These buckets are not normal buckets" my teacher explained "These buckets are.. |
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meaning of lifeA Poem by Lydia WaldockMeaninglessLife is meaninglessOur definitionof what makes life meaningfulChanges through the yearsIt started with making sure our basic needs are mean.. |
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kissA Poem by Lydia WaldockI haven't got much on my heartNor do I have much on my mindOther than the time we first kissedA kiss of not loveBut a kiss that stirred something in m.. |
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sweet dreamsA Poem by Lydia WaldockThey say belief in your dreamsThey say follow your dreamsHow can I when my dreams are hard crashing spirits reliving mornings and nights of this lifeI.. |
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thoughts from the headA Poem by Lydia WaldockI don't understand how moments of my time will be the only things remembered.Why can't I have vivid daydreams of laughing with my friend's and blissfu.. |
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Questioned youthA Poem by Lydia WaldockDirt and grit leaving hard rashes all over my body “I don’t recall most of it” Words punched deep into my soul Sleeping sinful .. |
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