Emma Jane Pearson Biography

As day light breaks through equal bliss,
I look at my fingers and hands,
Expecting them to write anything, just anything,
Anything to do with how I feel for you.
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The flowers have died and weltered,
Like the memories he has built.
I wish that day we spend together,
Could have lasted forever.
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She was only ever ‘that girl’,
The one who always awoke instantly from the sound of:
An angry door slamming,
A single tear hitting the cold floor,
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On that cold winters day I recall:
The sky was grey and,
The wind tormented us so.
You whispered gently in my goose pimpled ear:
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Rain is
The tears cried by one million people,
All fears,
And all tears,
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