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Sarah Tayler Oct 2016
Ray
The world needs a drop of sunshine
A dribble of molten gold
For in this barren wasteland
Kindness stands out in the cold
If your heart is wilting
And the sunshine far and few
Keep blowing on your flickering light
Because for someone that drop is you
Be a drop of gold
Sarah Tayler Jul 2016
You were here.
Your dishes are in the sink
Unwashed, like you always leave them
A coffee cup, grey with a white handle
The one you always use
Without even a sip, the flavour ghosts on my tongue
Strong, sweet, and black
Though now cold, I know it was scalding
The way you always liked it
Your scent still lingers on my couch
A wave of sweetness with an underlying dark note
Just like you
*But it was the one I always loved
I haven't written in ages and I was inspired by a ******* bin....... go figure.
Sarah Tayler May 2016
I am thankful
For even the smallest snippets of time
Spent laughing with you
Because they are mine forever
No matter how few or far between
Sarah Tayler Apr 2016
Do they ever wake up
And wish they weren't where they were
That they were somewhere else
With someone else
Do they ever wish that they were back in the past
When things were simple
When life was wonderful
Back in that beat up car
Tangled hair streaming through the air
When they were young
And the world was dumb
And she was beautiful
Inspired by Beautiful: Ben Rector
Sarah Tayler Mar 2016
A silvery moon
Reflects forgotten beauty
On a silky sea
The silver reflection of the moon upon the ocean as I flew over it, reminded me of the small things and made me smile. It helped me remember beauty does still exist, as strange as that sounds.
Sarah Tayler Jan 2016
An endless supply of words held me together
Strung up in a line to keep stringing me along
Perhaps I'm fooling myself to believe the muddle of letters
Or it's just natural to want to not believe what you've known all the time

To think a few words could keep the flame flickering is amazing
That the smallest notion could move the ocean
Or that time could reverse a crack in the shell of a heart
Maybe one day the walls will stop building themselves to let something in
And the tide will finally flow again, bringing you with it.
Does this even make sense? I think it's another one of my jumble poems...

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