Tara Schley Poems

All of the things,

I
should
...

Remember that vibrant, beautiful yellow rose?
That you gave to me on our first date.
Before it lost all its beauty,
...

I don't watch babies be given needles.
I look away when I see roadkill.
I don't slow down to stare at dead bodies in lethal car accidents.
I skip the torture scenes in movies.
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Dying must be the easy part?
Not as hard as it seems.
It's living with a broken heart
Missing you,
...

You didn't try to understand,
me,
trying to make you understand,
me.
...

Put away all your weapons and war.
No more fighting, tears or sorrow.
When you walk through the streets,
there will be no need to cower or scurry.
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One day you will lose someone to death,
They will lay in front of you,
all their life gone.
Their eyes open but not seeing.
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No integrity people.
Liar people.
No honour people.
Hypocrite people.
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Biting winter walk
The wind turns my skin crimson
Reminding of you
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The couple given:
pots, pans, a tea set, a quilt,
a doll for the bride.
...