Poisoned Love

Poisoned Love

A Poem by Isabelle Grace
"

not my best but hey it's 1am

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I folded up a paper airplane

And flew it all the way to you.

It landed there, right on your desk

And later stabbed me through my heart.

Typed up letters, meaningless words.

What do they mean, but

Nothing nothing nothing.

You made me tea,

Steaming hot and burned me.

Made me fall like autumn leaves.

And I fall down, down, down,

But gracefully hit the ground.

You pulled me close,

Shot me with a few words,

And pulled me up with flowers and kindness.

We sat in the garden

And waited waited waited,

To save our sleepless souls into the night.

© 2014 Isabelle Grace


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YOUR THEME WITH THE REPEATING WORDS THROUGHOUT THIS READ...
SEEMS AT 1AM AND THE THOUGHTS RUNNING IN YOUR MIND PLAY OUT THE DAY...
AND WRITING THEM DOWN HELPS TO EASE THAT AWAY...
A TUG AND PULL YOU PRESENT FOR US IN THIS STRUGGLE...

Posted 7 Years Ago


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Added on July 30, 2014
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Tags: toxic, love, tea, autumn, garden, poisoned, unrequited

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Isabelle Grace
Isabelle Grace

Northville, MI



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I'm 15. I love French, yoga, and writing. Paris is my life. Writers who inspire me are Charlotte Bronte, Sylvia Plath, William Shakespeare, Natasha Friend, And J.K. Rowling. "Not all who wander are .. more..

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