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Mellissa Laviolette Poem
He doesn't know any better,
she read open the letters,
it's all in her head now,
it's so heavy on his heart,
just the way it is to be apart,
not the way it was in the start,
he his people in the dark,
she has a big black mark,
on her forehead,
his death was unkind,
from the corridors of the mind,
Satan the god of the stars,
she holds them all in her crown,
flown into the ground,
all lovely and piece by piece,
she made the mosaic,
from bits and pieces of shards of crystals,
long forgotten,
on the floor,
the water pours,
there was a door,
unlock it in a time long ago.
Copyright © Mellissa Laviolette | Year Posted 2008
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Mellissa Laviolette Poem
Forlorn and aches,
like the body breaks,
hiding the dishes again,
into the abyss they climb,
all the words in this forgotten rhyme,
the pictures so pristine,
all put together,
like a sailor's knot,
like the heart attack,
attached to people,
hated,
even evil,
all like his daughter's eyes,
they mesmerize,
the child's mine,
in the toy,
of the secret one.
Copyright © Mellissa Laviolette | Year Posted 2008
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