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 Jun 2017 Amethyst Fyre
Emma
There are gusts sometimes
When my hair is swept
From my eyes and I just feel

The cool wind pull my feet along
The sandy gravel of the path

Lamplight leaving shadows of each  tiny stone
And the branches swaying calmly
Like the blue ribbon on my notebook

A black cat prowls out of an opening
Then stops when she hears me there

And I stand like an actress as she stares
With my hair swaying like reeds
On a grey shore
 Jun 2017 Amethyst Fyre
GaryFairy
way out on river road
there's a story that remains untold
on a night with winds so cold
there were souls bought and sold

let me live to see this through
let me live to see what's true
let me live to see justice too
let me live to see them pay their dues

somewhere in the mountain rain
there was a man who cried in pain
i'll be the reason he didn't die in vain
a price to pay still remains

let me live to see this through
let me live to see what's true
let me live to see those two
let me live to see them pay their dues
working on a book about some crazy ****...wish me luck
 Jun 2017 Amethyst Fyre
Curing
If there is pain, In This Moment, face it
If there is peace, In This Moment, embrace it
If there is love, In This Moment, receive it
If you're here, In This Moment, don't leave it
 Jun 2017 Amethyst Fyre
欣快
i followed, until the follower button broke and suddenly
sullenly you're verified hanging out with other pretty things
amenity people, furniture unwrapped from foreign places
making flirty faces with the next boy and the next ones after that
i followed until my patience broke and the pride flooded in
rejection swiftly came within the bucket my heart was found within
just because it feels so good, you knowing my secrets
and stalking my social media like my biggest fan
it doesn't mean a thing if i don't know you at all like i used to

enter stage left: the regret part nine hundred and seven

maybe we're too young to feel something real between us
bottles of liquor on your mini fridge, messing around
with each other's bodies all this reddened afternoon, forgetting
the crisis seems so averted when the asymptotic answer
is just forgetting it exists and you can do way better than
hanging out with me but here we are
i swear i can make it worth something for you to remember
well i'll be the one you'll take home tonight or tomorrow
in that red convertible like a weird chainsmoker song
and i'll forget it's 2017 just for the whole ride.
shout out to patty thanks for making that other poem trend again, i think that's how it works.
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