Amy Marie

Rookie - 489 Points (July 13,1992 / United States)

As Told By Lovesick - Poem by Amy Marie

I am sick and dying –
In the comfort of my bedroom.
My black hair drapes down like aging curtains – dull and thinning.
As Destiny steals the color from my lips – Age uses it as a treat for her
Alluring ice-blue eyes. My creaky hard-wood floor is the frame work
Of all that 'remains' of my home in the female psyche.

The closet – is open.
Look into it – and watch it glow for all the public
To witness and record with a thousand private journals –
Bright and Decroated! Oh as the roof cracks –
And pieces land on my brown hood –
Solitude consoles my wretched life
With two soft and youthful hands. Most definitely –
I'm bound to swoon on my beads while –
I'm alive against my will.

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  • (1/9/2011 4:43:00 AM)

    Love it you really have a wild inagination: D (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 27, 2010

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 27, 2011

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