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Aimee Thomson Poem
The frost sets in deep in my bones
I feel it gnawing at my soul.
It tells me that each time the wind blows
I grow another day old.
But it's the cold that ages me most
In summer i was beautiful
And i would wear floral perfumes
when the wind didn't play with my hair.
But now i'm distorted in my mirror
Crushed by the weight of the rain outside.
The cold tumbles upon my head
and i cannot see the sky.
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There's no gradual realization,
It hits you like a slap.
It doesn't care where you are,
Or who you are at that.
fear claws through you
causing bumps on your skin.
And your friends ask are you okay?
But where do you begin?
Your throats closing
so much you can't choke on tears.
Your thoughts race
Faster than the years.
Sounds swallow you
and you fight but where do you run?
you're a creature of habit
There's a lifetime of fear to be undone.
Your hearts punching out your chest
and somewhere you question
why you live like this?
And how long can you ask
for others to be understanding
While you hide behind a mask?
When they ask if you're okay,
and you say
'Yes, why'd you ask?'
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You're a terrible friend,
you let me bleed, you made me bend.
Still, i pine for you,
because at least a brick wall
is better to run to than nothing at all.
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I miss you so much
that words cannot say.
I carry your memory, your love
with me each and every day.
I miss your happy face
in every situation, always.
I'm sitting in your favorite place
with the fire ablaze.
I'm glad your not in pain.
I miss you so much
that sometimes i cry.
I was lucky to have someone
like you in my life.
You were always quirky
you made funny sounds
at me, if i would leave
you'd howl so God damn loud.
I'll always miss that sound.
I miss you so much
that sometimes i forget,
that you were a blessing,
to us you were heaven sent.
You bought joy into our lives
when we were in need.
I heard Nan cry at night
while she clutched your lead.
We miss you, Tammy
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I wish it were fun,
I wish it was easy.
I look at these photos
just a shadow of me.
Of selfishness of loosing you
of the outer shell that life turned me to.
And if you're so better, how do you live life?
Probably because you don't care for mine.
If i turned off what would you see?
No less, no more of me.
Copyright © Aimee Thomson | Year Posted 2015
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