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My Darling
A Poem by
Laura Harrison
A poem dedicated to my loving fiance.
Dream Catcher
A Poem by
Laura Harrison
There is a dream catcher hung above my bed to keep away the bad dreams: Dreams of sharp-tongued names called by vicious snakes in school uniform,..
Strangers
A Poem by
Laura Harrison
I was on the train the other day and I saw a man with his head in his hands. It made me wonder what his story was. Maybe he had a wife who was in ho..
To The Girl Who Got Told She Was Asking For It
A Poem by
Laura Harrison
The night you got raped You spent hours deciding what to wear There was a low cut, short dress hanging in the back of your wardrobe That h..
Things You Don't Have To Do
A Poem by
Laura Harrison
You don’t have to start wearing make-up because that girl called you ugly Because you are beautiful in your own unique way And nobody ..
You Have So Much To Live For
A Poem by
Laura Harrison
So you want to kill yourself? You feel like your life is hanging in the balance And that there is nothing left on earth for you anymore Bu..
These Scars Remind Me...
A Poem by
Laura Harrison
These scars remind me of all the things that I fear These scars remind me of the fact that you are no longer here These scars remind me of en..
Life or Death
A Poem by
Laura Harrison
If you fell into the icy depths of the sea Would you sink or swim? Would you fight against the tide? Or would you just give in? If..
The Lonely Life Of A Widow
A Poem by
Laura Harrison
At meal times, I still set the table for two people, Even though only one seat is going to be occupied. When I settle down to watch TV, I put..
Please Don't Kill Yourself Tonight
A Poem by
Laura Harrison
If I counted how many times you told me that you wanted to kill yourself, I would run out of fingers and toes. Let me tell you something, dear; life..
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