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  The Writing On Your Face You think you wear a mask but your face still tells a story. It shows all of your pain, all your loss, and all your glory. The lines along your forehead. The circles beneath your eyes. They express a depth of sadness, that shows your heart still cries. Around your mouth there are few laugh lines, and you often wear a frown. Your eyes confess the weight of how this life has worn you down. Each mark is earned through battles, no one else could ever see. Silent wars you’ve had to carry, with quiet bravery. Life isn’t always easy. So many lessons to be learned. But you’ve found the will to get back up, each time that you’ve been burned. You know how to keep smiling. How to soften every blow. How to hide the cost of living life, behind a lovely glow. But those who really look at you can see the truth shine through. Not weakness in your features, but a strength that carries you. For every line is proof you stayed, while others chose to flee. And every tired sha...

Canva AI Image Facade I believe that some happiness is a mirage And maybe that’s because I sometimes self sabotage I think my brain needs a good mental massage From all of these questions that are like a barrage I don’t know and I’m still learning But this is a query that leaves me burning For this joy that I’m constantly yearning The answer to which is so discerning    But one day soon I hope to know This happiness that makes others glow Is it real, or just for show The more I ask, the more I grow Yes one day soon, by the Grace of God I’ll be more than a girl who is just flawed Finally my heart will be thawed And I’ll no longer be hiding behind this facade Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 5.19.2025

Canva AI Image The Words We Didn’t Say It’s the words we didn’t say. That killed us in the end. For when you walked away. I lost my best friend. Our relationship lost meaning. The little things we used to do. The good times and the bad times. Everything that we went through. No longer seemed to matter. When you walked out that door. It’s like we just gave up. It wasn’t worth fighting for. And I’m supposed to be able. To start over one more time. Yet I’m not even able to write. My words no longer rhyme. Yes, it’s what we didn’t say. That I feel with such regret. That brought us to our end. A love I can’t. I won’t forget. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 5.19.2025  

  Canva AI Image For I Am Now Your Home You will rarely see me dressed up, in something that is formal. And you will probably call me weird, as I am far from normal. When you think no one is looking, I will make you feel seen. Because I have been called many things, but I have never been called mean. With me, you are protected, for I am your safe place. I am here to offer comfort, in my arms and heart’s embrace. My door is always open, however far you roam. Providing you with endless love, for I am now your home. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 5.19.2025

  If You Will Only Be My Ocean I am at a loss for words. You take my breath away. You are the rhythm of my heart. The beat to which I sway. You are the gentle breeze. That I feel upon the air. The gaze that I get lost in. When you grace me with your stare. You are the reason I can see. Through the dark of every night. You brighten my pathway. You are my own moonlight. You are the very spark. That has ignited my hearts blaze. Consuming all my thoughts. Filling all my days. My body is your temple. Made only for your love. Touched by the Divine. You are my gift from up above. I give you all my heart. In gentle simplicity. With a passion built with fire. Of the sweetest ecstasy. Never before have I. Ever felt such intense emotion. I will forever be your waves. If you will only be my ocean. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 5.11.2025

  Canva AI Image Patterns Will I ever be truly ready, to fall in love again? If the answer is yes… then how, why, where, and when? Am I standing in my own way? Is it a pattern I can break? I just don’t think I can handle, another bad heartache. Am I the problem in the relationship? Is it me who will always fail? Or have I waited far too long and that ship’s already set sail? Can someone please help me, make sense of this turmoil in my heart? It’s the honest truth… I don’t have the first clue where to start. I fear that rabbit hole is trying to grab me one more time. And if no one will lend a hand, I might not survive another climb. So maybe I’ll go tuck tail, and stay safely in my protective bubble. That way I won’t have to worry myself about anymore heartbreak trouble. So if you have any advice, that you would not mind sharing with me.. I think I’d finally be on my way, to living my life more happily! Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 5.7.2025

In our dreams we shall meet We shall meet in the safest of places Where we can be together and heal alone For if we were together in the physical, the broken pieces may cut But here my love I can hold you close, and cause no damage I look forward to these moments with you In pure serenity In the silence Just hearts beating Bravely loving one another Until the day our dreams become reality I shall meet you here. Original Poetry Written By JT Cartwright Copyright (c) 2025 Published By Eryn Dunbar

My darlin, I hope you're out there making a way in this world. I hope that joy and happiness is healing your heart. Please Love, take your time. Your healing is so important to me. For my heart is healing as well. And I can't hold both our hearts in the same hand. I fear mine would damage yours. I want to be two parts of a whole. Not two parts of parts. So please Love, take all the time you need. I'll be here healing and patiently waiting for you to come home. Original Poetry Written By JT Cartwright Copyright (c) 2025 Published By Eryn Dunbar

This was inspired by and written for my dear friend Tim Campbell. Thank you for everything, Tim! ♥️ Canva AI Image Confidence Where is my confidence? I can only find doubt. Never seems to matter, What it’s about. Always second guessing. Can’t make up my mind. And when I finally choose, I always try to hit rewind. Nothing gets accomplished. Because I can’t decide. The longer I let things go, The more I let them slide. Lord, I need your help. Please give me a sign. I need your loving guidance, In this life of mine. I’ve come to a conclusion. I’ll start following my gut. And maybe that will help me, To get out of this rut. Lord, thank you for the patience, That you have given me. I’ve come to a decision, I CHOOSE to be happy! Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 4.29.2025

Canva AI Image Happily   Your caress is what I want. No. What I need to feel.  I’ve never felt passion so intense. Or desire so real. I need to be wrapped. In your tender, loving embrace. Your hand gently stroking. The side of my face. I crave your smell. Your unique sexual scent. I love how you listen. Whenever I vent.  The way you love me. Like no other. In a way. That would never smother. You’ll never know. What you now mean to me. But I’ll spend the rest of my life. Showing you. Happily. Original Poetry Written By  Eryn Dunbar  Copyright (c) 4.22.2025

Canva AI Image The Ghost Of You I’m not gonna tell you a lie. I’m not doing that well. I miss you so damn much. I’m going through endless hell. One day you up and left. I don’t know where you went. I fall asleep holding your pillow. Because it still holds your scent. Left all on my own. Since you have been gone. You made it look so easy. But I just can’t move on. What about your mail? I don’t know where to send it. The way you disappeared. I can hardly comprehend it. I seem to have lost count. Of all the tears I’ve shed. The pain is overwhelming. So much was left unsaid. I didn’t see the signs. You left without a warning. So I sit here alone. Our love, I am still mourning. Now I am a broken shell. One half of a soul. Where once I was complete. Now I am not whole. All the years spent together. Must have been a waste of time. My writing has lost all meaning. My words have lost their rhyme. One day I’ll come to terms. With the fact that we are through. But until that day finally comes. I’...

  Canva AI Image I Am More I wish somehow, I could make them all see. That I am more than my beauty. I feel each stare. A burning blaze. I shy away. Won’t hold their gaze. I am a ship that has no sails. No matter what, it always fails. I gently choose each written word. Yet my message seems to remain unheard. I try to be an open book. But beyond my face, they never look. Does this always cause me misery? That no one sees the inner me? The answer is yes. The pain is real. That no one cares just how I feel. But I am strong and I won’t fade. I’ll light the skies and dance in shade. And one day soon I’ll make them see. That I am more than my beauty. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 3.30.2025

  Canva AI Image She Moves With Grace  An angelic face  A brilliant mind  A gentle soul  She’s quite the find Every step She moves with grace  Her energy  A warm embrace  Made of layers  Her depths unknown  Her love’s a gift  To all it’s shown For everyone  Her light shines bright She’ll chase away  The darkest night  Very few  Will ever know  Her inner strength  That is her glow So if you are  A lucky one  She’ll be your stars Your moon and sun  To many  She will always hide But to a friend  She’s by your side  She is loyal  Her love is true  And she’s just as thankful  To have you  Original Poetry Written By  Eryn Dunbar  Copyright (c) 3.31.2025

Canva AI Image  KEEN AS A KNIFE If steel sharpens steel, then consider us sharp Wound tight like the strings of a beautiful harp I’d back away slowly and don’t touch the blade Or you might fall beneath and become one of it’s slayed The instruments are more dangerous than their players I'd drop to a knee and start offering up prayers Yes I am saying we’re as keen as a knife Don’t come any closer or you might lose a life The spell once put upon you has now been lifted By a powerful witch who is thoroughly gifted So don’t just walk away. I’d suggest that you run Or your life will be forfeited before it’s begun So let’s make it clear so you’re not left to ponder Death is waiting for you… on the path that you wonder So watch where you step and make all the right turns  Or things will go wrong and you'll be feeling Hells burns Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.19.2025

Canva AI Image The Thaw The Thaw My heart is now open. You planted a seed. At one time it was barred, But now it is freed. Love is an option, I thought I had lost. My heart feels the warmth, Instead of the frost. Thank you for the gift.  I’m starting to feel. Something so deep. Something so real. Your gentle truths, Outweighed the lies. You answered all of My unspoken cries. You even broke through, All of my layers. And healed me with, Your loving prayers. Accepting me. Although I am flawed. The ice has been melted. My heart is now thawed. Original Poetry Written By: Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 3.10.2025

My Son - The Key I often have to ask myself, am I truly happy? Sometimes the answer is yes, and I become a little sappy. But sometimes the answer is no, and I’m barely getting by. It seems to have the same outcome and I again begin to cry. So I guess I should be asking, why it always turns to tears? And am I wasting my life away, over the past several years? But am I? Because I have an amazing son, who completes me in every way. He fills my heart entirely and consumes my every day. So in the end I finally decide that he is the main key. To how I’ve grown and blossomed and become so damn happy. ❤️ Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.19.2025