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Poems

Julia Mullin  Oct 2014
Hers
Julia Mullin Oct 2014
She floated among ruins
They were hers
Obliterated
Haunted

Every stone was broken
They were hers
Neglected
Crushed

The windows laid in pieces
They were hers
Shattered
Opaque

The doors no longer framed
They were hers
Splintered
Useless

The ruins are where she was
They were hers
Beaten
Forgotten

She floated out to sea
It wasn't hers
Frightened
Lost

She found a peaceful harbor
It wasn't hers
Cautious
Unsure

She stood upon the shore
It wasn't hers
Beauty
Peace

She gathered many stones
Now they're hers
Carved
Perfect

She crafted many windows
Now they're hers
Transparent
Shiny

She crafted many doors
Now they're hers
Closed
Open

She lives within this house
Now it's hers
Love
Joy
Part Time Poet Jan 2016
I want you to be mine, but you're hers
I want to be yours too, but you're hers
I want to cuddle with you, but you're hers
I want to kiss you all day and all night, but you're hers
I want to be your everything, but you're hers
And I want you to be the same for me, but you're hers
There are so many things I want to do with you but can't
All
Because
*You're hers
L.R.