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Melissa Elliott Poem
False identity
Union of make-believe
Broken trust
From two-faced love
The time has come
To become one
Back to who I always knew
Loss is life
And love means loss
Even when you love alot
There is no way
To win the fight
When trying to change
This two-faced life
Just become one
Like the Sun
Back to who
You always knew
Copyright © Melissa Elliott | Year Posted 2006
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Melissa Elliott Poem
I set comfortably on my front porch on my antique wooden swing that has held
so many traveling souls throughout the years.
I ponder the lives that the swing has held in the palm of its hand.
I idolize the florescent sun as it shines unconditional loving rays of light to a
troubled world. I hear the chirping love-birds as they dance through the air
and the melodic wind chimes singing on neighborhood porches. I realize the
beauty and the love in their tones. It seems as if it can only be God's artwork.
I feel my niece tugging at my worn purple sweater to come play with her and pull
her in her little red wagon down to the old apple tree by the creek. I love her more
than anything, smile adoringly at her, and take her. As we pass houses, I glance
at the elderly couple, in their straw hats and overalls, planting cherry tomatoes
across the road,ice tea crackling on their front porch that holds wisdom filled
friends, skins soaked with sun block, canes at their sides, happy as can be.
When the day turns to night, I am in awe of a sky filled with sparkling stars and I
feel so puzzled to think of all that the universe holds: the purple and red and
blue and yellow galaxies that seem to only be displayed for us in books of beauty
but too far for us to ever reach or be a part of.
Then, when I travel the Earth, my favorite thing I can do, I pass the snow-capped
mountains with daffodils at their bases, the turquoise oceans that seem to never
end, the fields of colored fruit trees, and all the many wonders of our gigantic
world, and I feel that this could all only be the artwork of God, and although I am
puzzled, I am so thankful. Yet, why, I wonder, do I feel so all alone when their is
this canvas full of miracles for me to explore, for all of us to explore? I feel
endlessly restricted, a speck in this book of beauty. I think I am envious, that if
there is a God, that this God gets to experience it all, at the same time. I just feel
so small.
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Melissa Elliott Poem
Memories of two
Memories of me and you
Memories, a blessing, but they haunt me sometimes
Nothing, I know nothing, will get you off my mind
A world expanding and ever changing
I know it's the rules
But, my love for you will outgrow this universal school
Consuming is my love for you
No one can take your place
Memories of our love
Memories of your face
Haunt me in the night
I wake up crying, I cannot breath!
The fact that I have lost you is one I can't conceive
A pain so real it's clearer than the illusion of this life
Memories so sharp they cut me like a knife
I never will forget the best I ever knew
Eternal is my love for you and memories of two
Copyright © Melissa Elliott | Year Posted 2005
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Melissa Elliott Poem
Don't trust
Don't be one of them
Don't wait till it's too late
And then cave in
Keep your head on straight
And always know
People will change
Their face in the show
Don't be a fool
For a charming smile
A two-faced mind
Will make a smile lie
Don't think you have it all
And settle in so easy
They'll make you feel at home
Then be quick to deceive you
Just keep your head on straight
And always know
People will change
Their face in the show
Copyright © Melissa Elliott | Year Posted 2006
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