andrea tennille: Poems

953 · Sep 2013

andrea tennille Sep 2013

She is my mom,
The spark that gave me light
The cloud to the rain
That fell against his grave

She was my mom,
Someone so proud to
Hold me
Give me life

Someone so proud to
Snub the wick

And quit

first poem wow

857 · Sep 2013

kyoto

andrea tennille Sep 2013

kyoto

i’m going to take this knife and slit your throat
underneath it all

dancing very close
you took my hand

but you flew out of the nest,
i'm standing on my own two feet

so the static started
with things to do
everyday and night.

339 · Sep 2013

stabby

andrea tennille Sep 2013

stabby

you
gone yet closer
leaving, moving, changing
wake us up before you leave
bye

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