A Poem for Poppy's Prompt
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You're like the sirens, he said
dangerous and alluring
Some descriptions I read
declaring his love for me
On tiny postcards he wrote
each one gaining my favor
every kiss lightly coated
with bewitching demeanor
Your dark eyes and pale skin
are completely consuming
The devil may care grin
beautifully unassuming
His promise sang to my heart
like the gentlest of windchimes
An abstract work of art
spanning the end of time
Sandcastles. were the loves. that I held before him
fragile and weak, sifting right through my hands
The ocean a grave, before he taught me to swim
paradise transformed out of ravaged badlands
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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