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Amanda Chattman Poem
She is always
Radiant
In the morning
The clinking of pots & pans
She loves to laugh at the
Popping
Of the butter, or at the comics
-in the Sunday's paper.
Always showing those
Pearly whites
-a smile that is contagious
And the sun that
Kisses
Her blonde hair, & gives and extra
Twinkle
-to her eyes
She is always
Radiant
In the morning.
Copyright © Amanda Chattman | Year Posted 2005
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Amanda Chattman Poem
She can't wait to get away. All she wants is to get away. She's saying goodbye
now. She'll be "the one standing next to Hades", like you said. She will live down
to all your expectations, and try to make her life as much of a living hell as
possible. Your words will be tossed into a flaming pit, as you follow them down..
down, get down.. and stay down forever..
Or perhaps she could slit her wrists and watch the blood drain out from crying
veins that only want attention. She could take a gun to her mouth and write your
name on the bullet as it screeches to a halt.
Instead, she will smile, laugh, she knows nothing is wrong, for she has won the
battle. She now lives life for herself. You are and always will remain a memory of
what could have and almost went wrong.
Copyright © Amanda Chattman | Year Posted 2005
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