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Audrey Morgan-Sharpnack Poem
In the seventeen hundreds, we’d be close friends
We’d be laughing-playing pretend
You’d know when I missed you
Keeping you just for me
In the mornings, I’d make you coffee and hold you in bed
As I look in your eyes, you’d tuck my hair behind my ear
We get closer but the books will never know
For eternity
I love you so
So intwined in you
I trace the heart that you drew on my arm two years ago
Your drawings on my wall just for show
I can’t write a love story
Never will
But when you read one
When you see or hear one
I hope you think of me
Copyright © Audrey Morgan-Sharpnack | Year Posted 2024
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Audrey Morgan-Sharpnack Poem
I am skin, I am bone
My vessel all alone
My heart, it is broken as it stays inside it’s tomb
Breaking Through, breaking out
Well, it’s all I want to do
I’ve left bruises and scratches
Hollowed out my chest
Waiting for the darkness to come and take my breath
Let me in, turn the light on
Now it’s time to face your fears
Let me be the one to wallow
You are not meant to be here
Close your eyes, just cave in
Succumb to your dreams
Left the marks you were tracing, cutting across strings
Hidden underneath your doubts
It’s not too late now, just let it all out
Stitches on your eyelids
You dove in too deep
Giving up, giving in
Let your senses take over
Forgive or forget
Though you’ll never have peace once you drown in the abyss
An endless spiral
Don’t try to escape
You’ll leave me restless, locking up the gates
I’ll take your lips and hold them far behind me
Give your “love and affection” till I turn you to stone
Breaking down what’s left of your mold
Call me cold, call me callous
But I’ll always know
You’re the one who broke me
When you ripped off my clothes
Copyright © Audrey Morgan-Sharpnack | Year Posted 2024
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