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Amanda Shelton Jan 2018
Farewell until we meet again.

When the sun melts into the Sea,
and love comes ashore,
where I will be waiting.

**© 2018 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Jan 2018
My porcelain heart fell apart,
I tried to fix it but still
I am missing a few pieces.

I bow my head
as I clinched my chest,
trying to calm my beating heart;
(before it breaks free from my chest).

With each beat
my heart skips a beat,
memories flooded
as my blood pressure rises.

My porcelain heart
begins to blacken,
mold grows
where nothing is left.

Replaced by old memories,
my heart begins to sign.
Like a violin I pluck the stings,
playing a broken melody.

**© 2018 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Jan 2018
My lounges remind me of my limits.

Each inhale I struggle with,
choking on this morning breath,
dying for the nightly sky
to take away my burning flesh.

Sadly I have no tears
for the clouds stole
my fears.

I a wondering soul,
lost my breath to the Sea,
where I jumped so easily.

None do I regret,
for I made up my mind
year's before it was my time.

**© 2018 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Jan 2018
Upon unspoken word's you came,
in my sweetest dreams
you left me your kiss.

Upon your perfumed memory
you left but still I can remember
your faded sent (with clarity
you will never truly fade).

My dearest rose,
You inspired me;
in my sweetest dreams.*

*© 2018 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Jan 2018
The shadow's march on
through the night,
as the moon slowly moved on,
and the dawn stole the night.

**© 2018 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Jan 2018
If you have barred wetness
to my darkness,
try to understand my light
is underneath the surface.

To see it you have to sit
with me for awhile.

I burn like a candle,
my flame is small
but powerful.

**© 2018 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Jan 2018
I layed my soul upon the stone,
while my ghost still roamed.

Shadows danced while
my ghost took to its own.

I flew like a phantom
looking for a home,
if only I looked closer,
I was already home.

The ghost writer,
I wrote a poem
for you to remember me by.

**© 2018 By Amanda Shelton
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