Amy May

Long-kept secrets, whispered in youth;
Mine not yours. You held my life in the palm of your hand
And the power to persuade, to control, to drown this girl
Was yours. You had everything.
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Drunken kisses
Midnight wishes
Jokes and tricks and games
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Frost creeps,
The chill haunts,
And I melt.
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Like a father you guided me.
Guided me, lied to me

I trusted you, gave to you,
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Lost inside a swirling eternity
Broken only by nature's sounds
Milky ways melt and twist
Dividing our time our lives
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She dresses in black for him,
yet inside she burns white hot.
She pours his tea into a blue mug,
and slowly falls into his green eyes.
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The words I need I cannot find,
The words I find I do not need;
Emotion flows, but all upstream,
The only reasons here are mine.
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Stars flicker a gentle hope in the death of night,
A poem, with quill and scroll, by dull candlelight.

Trees grow their gnarled path, covering the forest floor,
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Clown-faced I walk a narrow line,
one foot either side of a divide.
Clumsily I try to play the game,
but I am late starting and I don't know the rules.
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So here we sit: you and me, me and you.
You, so cool with the roll-ups you smoke.
And me, me I fumble with my menthol fags,
And choke on the ice in my coke.
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