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Amanda Kay Burke Apr 2018
Light from the TV
Iluminates the living room
But she is not watching
The colors and motion bloom

Music from an old radio
Softly wails some ghostly tune
But her ears are not listening
Her eyes are fixed on the moon

No wind or rustle of leaves
To break the quiet and still
Of the small house residing
At the top of a wayward hill

The leaden night was falling
The dark sky pressing down
On the reflective soul that lived by herself
On the outskirts of town

Two fists sheathed in black armor
Came rapping on her lonesome door
The next day when the sun rose
Nobody lived there anymore
I am not sure what this is about because it was written in 2014 haha very vague and cryptic though. I am assuming it is a symbol for death.
Veronica Dec 2018
If i was a poet my
first poem will be
About how she
She makes the sun go on it's knees every evening and the stars shy every morning.
I would write about her much of a blessing she is to everyone that crosses her path.
I would write how much the would is luck to have a person with a beautiful soul like .
About how the world need more angels like her .
I would write about how she iluminates the room that knows nothing but darks .
I would write about how blessed i am to have her as a sister
The are few people that you meant and turn into a sister

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