Amanda Lukas Poems

...And when she would smile
and tell me that it was okay to cry,
I'd cry in her arms and know I was loved.
...

Daddy never knew me.
He never took the time.
Never came to birthday parties.
Never recited a nursery rhyme.
...

I see his sleeping eyes in the moonlight.
He is beauty in his sleep.
I know he'll awaken and hate me;
I've gotten in too deep.
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He holds me while I cry
and flashes gentle loving glances
as he looks into teary brown eyes.
He explains them as 'beautiful'
...

I sometimes wish we'd never met
and life was whole without you,
but then I catch myself
thinking of those succulent kisses
...

A desperate heart,
tattered and torn and forgotten.
Stomped and grinded into
concrete of her life.
...

You say you love me and you believe it.
I say you don't even know who I am.
You're in love with the image of me
that you created.
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Don't speak.
Your face says too many words.
Don't give me that forced smile.
I've seen your attempts to look warm before.
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You can have your memories.
I'll put them in a shoebox for your disposal.
Keep them with you,
and do as you please with them
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My list of things to do
just seems to keep growing longer.
Keep your office clean,
make Bill's coffee stronger
...