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They’ll tell you to get over it. Wonder why you can’t forget it. The trauma replays in my mind. Over and over, on a constant rewind.
By Danielle Elizabeth Andrewsabout a year ago in Poets
Did you really think that you could keep me there? Just sitting upon the shelf? No thought to my welfare, Or the needs of myself?
He’s a charmer. Oh, this I know. All a facade You’ll soon find. All for show No substance beneath Sure, he’ll spin lovely tales,
Mmmm… Smooth, brown, flesh as soft as butter. In your eyes, there is truly no other. When I’m gone you crave the sweet taste of me upon your lips,
How can I miss you? When you never loved me at all? I don’t want to know you Or remember us, AT ALL. This pain pulls me asunder, whether day or mid-night.
I still find myself lost back in time. Helpless to stop the perpetual rewind. Always searching for some clarity. Hoping some new answers will appear to me.
If my heart were a blossom There’d be nothing left to see. The petals slowly withered away, Floating off into the breeze.
In your arms, I could’ve stayed forever. Only to discover that in the end, your love was never. Never really there. Never true.
I thought I knew every nuance, Each expression and change of tone Never had I suspected that your eyes did way more than roam.
My hips sway to a hypnotic beat. I lead you onto the floor with the crook of a finger. The sparkle in my eye promises ecstasy.
By Danielle Elizabeth Andrews2 years ago in Poets
Is the Earth reborn each year? In many ways, it certainly feels that way. We witness the ground coming alive, burgeoning underfoot.
Heartbeats echo like footsteps down a cobblestone alley. Can you hear them? . A fist, invisible to the naked eye, clenches my throat.