Anthony Martello Poems

Mother sky cries when the leaves turn from green to gold
Mother sky cries when the leaves die and the weather turns cold
Mother sky cries when the earth turns warm and the body sweats
Mother sky cries and leaves the heart scorned and the skin wet
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Those eyes that make my blood pump.
Those eyes that make my heart thump.
Those eyes that build me up then break me down.
Those eyes I cannot look away from, whenever you’re around.
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The steps weren't high enough
the ladder only went to rung eleven
getting to the sky is tough
his ashes scattered on the way to heaven
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8 weeks to live
8 weeks to die
8 weeks is all they had
8 weeks to do the things they never did
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She never speaks.
They never hear.
Always smiling.
Showing no fear.
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What if you couldn't see?
Hear?
sPeak?
Or feel?
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I put my hair into a bun.
To keep it nice and neat.
Lights on my face resemble the sun.
I say prayers for my feet.
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Walk away when you know you should
come back when you know you can't
dream when you're not sleeping
and cry when you're not weeping
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