She

She

she 

and her flowers 

her earrings 

her acne scars 

her herbs 

and my painkillers 

her rings 

on my fingers 

her wooden spiral stairs 

and my feet on them 

without shoes on them 

feel of small splinter 

god damn. she made me  

shaking like a squirrel

looking for a tree to feel  

free, hardly seen 

my books and my poems 

feel like big lies next 

to her amber eyes and lifes 

she could live sweet 

in her future 

with my past 

and sun songs playing 

silently in our minds 

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