Amanda Shelton

When the flowers bloom
without me, my memory
will live on through
their perfumed dreams.
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Vibrating nerves, scratching
pain traveling up my legs.

Grinding, like sand
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Within the darkest hour
ghostly dreams come to life.

The chiming of the clock
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I am Jealous of the rain,
it dances and sings
using every last breath
it breath's.
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A golden wreath of falling leaves
is curling from the fozen trees.
The winter blows and chills
the forest,
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You watched me grow,
my colors shined like diamonds,
but you forgot about me.
You forgot how fragile I can be,
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Oh dear rose bud,
how you blush in the morning sun.

Dear rose bud,
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I can smell the heat
raising from the stone
above, the earth is warm
but cold underneath the
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Like a rose slowly life
bloomed only to be withered
by the light of the moon.
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Pools and pools of blood
flood from this fleeting
life.
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I am digging a hole,
where my plot will be.
I dig deeper and deeper
into the day unto the
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Like a frozen teardrop
I became water in your
touch and the warmth of
your kiss followed me
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Mother nature opened her
hands to reveal the moon.

All while she bowed to the
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I've fallen so far,
lost myself on the way down.

I flew for a moment before
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Oh Spring,
with your dew drop lips you beacon me to lookest down through the clear windows of morning, I watched as you turn your angel eyes upon our western
skies, which in full spectrum the round body of the sun approaches with her burning bosom.
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Between the teeth of monster's
grind the bone and flesh of
forgotten dreams.
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Amongst the grass I am like a dew drop, shinny and free I glitz and bling.

Amongst the beaches I am a pebble,
I grind and squeek, I ride the tides and suff the turf.
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The cobwebs settled year's ago,
the dust gathered on the table,
the placements are falling apart.
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