Sitting by the river on an old bench behind an abandoned church

Our secret spot for my punk and I to witness the changing season in the colours of the leaves and identifying the signs of the new season where we shared our fears and dreams

Ate junk food and laughed even though the reality of our life was a mess

And I didn’t let it show I told my baby-girl we were on vacation when we were h...

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Butterflies escaped my belly button

Maybe it was that I was too cold to feel nervous

A race horse inside her looped track

For being cool and real comes easier than-

Smiling and faking my personality

Like so many have told me to be.

If everyday was an interaction with the same-

Artists or like minded,

My life would be a giant inspiration.

People like me,

It seems,

O...

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My fluttering monarch wings aren’t a show of-

Love.

Rather a defect of being denied it,

Here again after I thought happiness found-

Me.

Your northeastern chill demeanor

An icicle that stabbed my heart and your weapon-

Melted

I’m still standing and like cupid with his arrow

I’m bleeding all of you.

I never said I wanted it to be easy hue

Of a dark blood red love.

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This is absolute codswallop

my aura remains infectious

it moves in waves

it's fluctuant

and yet I evade another performance of mine-

like a shirk.

When i should be competitively ruthless  as a shark

but, like a snake I slither away unnoticed

Typical Erin the artist a renowned flake

As a starving artist I feel it's my obligation to give the-

audience one hell of a perf...

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