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Mandy Tolle Poem
Haunting memories break
the surface, struggling for
air to breathe and space to
occupy. Quiet dread fills
my heart, enslaved by
liquid lungs.
Panic at these bones that
I had buried. Stay down
in the peaceful dirt. But
some things will never lie still.
Truth breaks free, coloring
the gray.
I guess it's no more
than I deserve. The girl that
was once stuffed in closets, crammed
under beds. As this ancient relic
comes forth to stake a claim
on my life.
I remember being drunk
on sunshine, intoxicated by
lilacs, with the underlying hint
of rotten apples. So, go to sleep,
little angel. Fly away into the sun.
Leave me in peace with what I have done.
Turn away, little memory.
Remember however you choose but
I am far too good now to wallow
in deceit, filth and tar. I have
now a comfortable bed to lie in
and solitude.
I own all of my tragedies,
my flaws, my mistakes. I've
wrapped them all in bows and
packed them away with dust
for food. I am not that person
you knew.
You were aware that I
was no innocent. A gentle
waif that waited patiently
for you to be known. I
adore you for your understanding
and pretending.
Copyright © Mandy Tolle | Year Posted 2007
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Mandy Tolle Poem
We shroud ourselves in shades of gray
Because we can't decide what's right
Is it good to simply love
Or is it better if it's a fight?
We lock love in our hearts
So it cannot speak its name
We cover it with guilt and self loathing
We try to forget each others name
I haven't called love in over three years
I'm not sure you ever have
I've been twisted and torn apart
Trying to heal these wounds with salve
You've constructed skyscraper walls
Around your heart and soul
You've let me creep across the drawbridge
Now raise surrender on your flag pole
Sure we might get burned
And I'm bound to spend all my time kneeling
We might beat the odds and last forever
There are a lot of consequences to actually feeling
Copyright © Mandy Tolle | Year Posted 2007
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