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Ashley Cameron Poem
You never meant
a thing to me.
Why then, does
your memory berate
me?
I wish I
had amnesia,
for mementos
of the past,
love to ambush me.
They pick through
the rubble of my mind.
Recounting each and every
time we were together.
Making me hate myself
for ever loving you.
Why, oh why,
did we ever
have to meet?
Why did you leave me?
Why do I kid myself?
You meant everything
to me.
Copyright © Ashley Cameron | Year Posted 2019
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Ashley Cameron Poem
Embers fall like snowflakes
Scarlet flames lap at the stones
that were left behind.
A choir of mourners
raise their voices from the ground
with hopes that the notes
of "Ave Maria" reach heaven.
856 years of history
float to the earth in the
form of ash.
The heart of Paris
is breaking in two
with the inferno
that blazes on.
Across the globe
tears stream down faces
as we grieve the loss
of antiquity.
The relics of the
past lost to
the auburn sparks
that fill the air.
Our Lady of Paris
reduced to ruins.
©2019 by Ashley Nicole Cameron
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Ashley Cameron Poem
Sparkling lights
in the middle of the night.
The sounds of every child's
fantasy.
These are the things
that live inside of me.
Glinting waves
in the California sun.
?A summertime love
that has just begun.
These are the things
that live inside of me.
A giggle.
A kiss.
A big cup of Swiss Miss.
These are the things
that live inside of me.
In the moonlight
making love.
A starstruck romance
without concern.
These are the things
that live inside of me.
On this list
there is no we.
That's because it's
not meant to be.
A free-spirited
pisces queen.
To change the world
with words, her
only dream.
These are the things
that live inside of me
Copyright © Ashley Cameron | Year Posted 2019
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