Emily Lovell Poems

His heart displayed affection-
hers was only cold,
The decorations for christmas; torn.
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Hope torn-
their hollow eyes speak,
as a single tear is wiped,
with aching fingers.
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Distant rays circle the creases in his face,
Repulisive hatred reflecting in the mirror... cracking,
A door creaking on the hinges,
As the ball and chain rolls across the dusty floor,
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Colours bless the sky as the ash crushed life,
Razor blades of grass licking at scarred ankles,
Kiss your dead funeral flowers,
They will burn under your touch.
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Magic closed into and through stitching,
Decoration unleashed as your cheeks sung,
Hollow cheekbones knives carve to be perceived as beauty.
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