Poems by Brynn

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Faces of peaceful dreamers
seemed completely quiet
eyes closed and lids laugh

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An evil way
of looking
at 
ourselves;
looking through
a mirror

Little Girl

The little girl
stands in the back of the room
singing to herself
writing poetry on the walls
of the building
waiting to be discovered

The little girl
happens to be me
my brown eyes weep
in sadness
thoughts
of never being noticed;
disovered

I
try to say to myself
that one day
my dreams
will come true
these walls
are getting crowded
and I dont know any more
songs 
of the top of my head

Her Dreaming

She closes her eyes
as she falls in love
with her feather pillow
and dreams
of endless nights
with the moon
in her arms
and the stars 
in her eyes
she closes her eyes
as she twinkles
in the midnight air
blowing
softly 
through her bedroom window
its her dreaming
her life
as she sleeps

-Brynn