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Rose Amberlyn Nov 2012
I can't breath.
I push him away and he pushes back 5 times harder.
He is wonderful.
I am so afraid.
I am not strong.
I am an emotional wreck.
I don't want him to see.
I can't let him know.
He got me.
I can't think.
Rose Amberlyn Nov 2012
Stuck* in the middle,
Swimming upstream in a roaring river,
Riding a crowded subway train unable to get off,
Stranded in an old diner on route 66 without a ride,
Holding your breath until someone opens your eyes,
I am in the middle.

Falling in love,
Jumping from a high cliff towards surging waters,
Soaring through thoughts deep in the mind,
Losing yourself in someone else,
Holding on to what is far behind,
I am falling in love.

For me,
Once an outcast but now accepted,
Once broken but now I am fixed,
Once afraid but now outspoken,
Once I was unsure but now I am ready,
For him.
Stuck falling for him.
Rose Amberlyn Nov 2012
It is difficult to live in the present,
when my heart belongs in the past.
I miss my old life.
Isn't it odd how music attaches to memory?
I hear a beautiful melody,
and suddenly I am a junior in high school again.
Or dancing at winter formal with an old boyfriend.
Although I desperately want to go back,
I know that I must make new memories,
so that one day I have more songs,
to remind me of how beautiful my life has been.
Rose Amberlyn Nov 2012
An iced train sitting on a rusted track,
the inside fogged with discarded air.
Passengers sit and stare,
with blank expressions and empty hands.
I grasp the door handle,
but it will not open,
and I am afraid I will pull too hard.
A fire arises in my cheeks,
pink and rosey in their pout.
A wave of confidence surges through my deathly cold hands.
I must push forward.
I must escape or drive this train forward.
But what is one to do when stuck in ice?
I must wait for my shell to melt.
Cool drops of water,
slowly unraveling my cocoon.
I will emerge powerful.
I will save myself from harm.
Rose Amberlyn Nov 2012
A wild fire.
Dripping paint on an open canvas.
Colorful, inspiring, vibrant.
Breathing life into art.
Bold. Strong. Straight forward.
Her words powerful. Her thoughts matter.
She was born a leader.
Her eyes deep pools of water,
far more lies beneath the surface.
Silent laughter, searching eyes,
she is tough as nails,
but her compassion runs deep.
Socks her best friend, and food her true love.
She is beautiful and she knows it.
An unforgettable character,
beloved like an old classic.
Challenge her, support her,
she carries herself without conflict.
A memorable person, and a best friend.

Love,
Sara Ashley
Rose Amberlyn Nov 2012
A gentleman of gentle deeds,
whose smile surmises his thoughts.
A simple man of simple gestures,
whose kindness has never been fought.
His words clever,
his ideas charming,
his romance soft yet strong.
Enchanting eyes, endearing lips,
his promise an elegant song.
I want a gentleman,
to run with me,
through fields of yellow and green.
I choose the gentleman,
the careful man,
the loveliest man I have seen.
Rose Amberlyn Oct 2012
A sensitive heart wrapped in thorns.
Her mind a secret room in a private house.
Invitation only.
A semblance of beauty untouched, but loved.
Elegant, proud, resounding with a melody overflowing with sound.
A mixture complex from afar, but oh so simple when understood.
Accept her, love her,
and you will need nothing else in the world.
So willing to love, so much to give,
a flower standing tall amongst weeds.
A firm wall protecting the weak.
She knows her boundaries,
she is strong.
Stand beside her, lean on her,
she is not lost in this vast world.
A delicate but bold young girl.
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