Amy D. Brooks : Writing

Forgetting You

Forgetting You

A Poem by Amy D. Brooks


I do not recall when I first met you,It escapes me now, and there is nothing I can do.I do not remember the color of your shirt,The texture of your ti..
Primorski's

Primorski's

A Poem by Amy D. Brooks


Strings and cords and ethanol lips, Spilt Russian wine and fingers to lick.Your heart is cold but your flesh is warmer, I’m the audien..
A Shore Thing

A Shore Thing

A Poem by Amy D. Brooks


I wrote his name on my hand near the newborn shores,But it was washed away with the current and my heart's prior sores.I screamed his name in the dark..

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