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Amy Childers Mar 2019
A shattered heart
Cannot be assembled
With shady nails
And deceitful duct tape.

That is a temporary solution
For this bleeding heart.
Amy Childers Mar 2019
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Amy Childers Mar 2019
I feel as if I am not writing these words.

I feel as if my hands are tied with strings
And my ghost is the puppeteer.

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Amy Childers Mar 2019
I write of disastrous loves
And tragic endings.
I write of shattered dreams
And evil beings.

You write of taxable love
And redeemable dreams.
You write of endless stars
And your sinless ambitions.

It is okay to be different
Because my darkness and your enlightenment go hand in hand.
All poets have different styles of writing. Embrace your style and call it your own.
Amy Childers Mar 2019
I have been told of my pessimistic views
And told to lighten up and look for the best in life.

How can I do that when I only trust myself?
And for that, there is a reason
But that is not a tale for today

I am not reminiscing.
Amy Childers Mar 2019
He did not see and he did not listen
To my ideas and ambitions
How sad that our love had one commission.

Or would you even call what we had
Love
Or a carnival that had many conditions?
Amy Childers Mar 2019
Lady Liberty is blind.
Mr. Justice is deaf.
Sir Equality is mute.
Madame Freedom is dead.

What a bittersweet ending to this notion tale.
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