LongitudeA Poem by Amy D. BrooksI put your wick to my flame, We were the children of fermented grain. Missing buttons and side-swept hair, I abandoned myself in your stare. Recalls planted in shattered mirrors, It was you who grew all of my fears. A thousand pieces fell from each eye, Following your deaf goodbye. Blooming a life founded in sickened darkness, The mortal puzzle of a silent songstress. Slowly churning regret-spawning spindles, Silk shaded all of my windows.
Now nothing fits anywhere anymore, I wish I was how I was before. Someday you’ll be sorry and someday I’ll forgive you, Because I loved you once, and that’s what lovers do.© 2013 Amy D. BrooksFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorAmy D. BrooksPortland, ORAboutPerpetual underestimation inflicts nothing but the constant ability to impress. more..Writing
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