The blossom of a poet

By Gillian_Gale

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Words fall softly like the petals from a blossom tree, drifting slowly onto the paper, creating poetry like t... More

ClichΓ©s
Art Work
Abandoned
Constellations
Constellations pt.2
What Heals Me
Utterly Meaningless
The Problem
Truth Is
When It's Late At Night
I Wish
Every Next Day
Wasnt Ours
Forevers
I Said
17:27
Pompeii
At Least Once
I Guess That's Fine
All The Things I Could Never Tell You
With Every Day
No Longer Mine
Forever Thing
Once
Adam
Forgotten
January, Febraury
Cheesy
Tears
Waves
New me, old you
March 4th
Jesus Christ
Undone
In Loving You
Enough
Gloriously
What Was Left Of You
I paint with light
The neighbours saw us
You are my sadness
Left Me
If Not Better
Homeless
Judgement
Even If It Meant Dying
One Hundred And Forty Seven
Moving On
January 1st 2015
Mind Map
Always You, Always
Pink Ladies
You Deserve The World
Crippled
Rusty
Knowing
Blue-Green Eyes
Turning
I Wish I Could Explain
Beautiful
Unrequited
Actions
Oh God
The Nerves
I remember
Almost a Whisper
Truth be told
My Storm
A poem thats not really about coffee at all.
Dearest summer
Bliss

Homes Out Of People

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By Gillian_Gale

They say that home is where the heart is,
But they say not to make homes out of people,
This always confused me,
Because if home is where the heart is,
And my heart was with you,
But you can't make homes out of people,
What was I supposed to do?

g.c.g

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