My long forgotten body
Pulses
With the glow of what could have been
If you take my beating heart
out of my
Ice cold chest
You’ll see
My long forgotten body
More by Inez Folklore
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A poem about me
You wrote a poem about me
It wasn’t very good
You said I made you a tortured poet
Then laughed
And it’s all a blur-
Isn’t it
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Reflection
This is a reflection a boy who bullied me when I was younger. Now, I think I might understand what he was going through.
He scarred me.Deep.
into my bones.
It feels like
Grief.
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Maria
Her name was Maria
My mom's friend Maria
La mariposa she says
Soy la mariposa
Because she spread her wings
To the land of kings
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