"pendergraft" poems
I remember when we first met, downtown crossroads.
The streets were filled with people shuffling from one art gallery to the next. Jazz was played on the corner of the streets, causing the noise pollution to die down a bit. People listened and danced.
You grabbed my hand and swung me towards you, and I realized, just in the shortest time, we were swing dancing.
We ****** We couldn't dance, but just the fact that you were touching me and I was touching you created a gate that held back all my negative thoughts and feelings. You were the only thing that was there. It was just the music... And you...
This "relationship" we had was slowly turning into a war. You cheated and I stayed.
Staying with you was a simple mistake that I had made only because I thought that I loved you, and you made me believe that you loved me back. Every single day since you forced your lips against that other girls, I have been nothing but jealous and hurt, but I didn't distribute my jealousy as much as I did my sadness and anger.
You, put me through more than I asked, In fact I asked for nothing that involved pain and suffering. I only asked for love and caring.
We had many good memory's, and many photographs were taken. I will never forget the great times we had.
I will never forget you.
By Audrey Lucille Pendergraft
10/22/20013
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 4:29 PM UTC
I think I'm going to recede for a little while. I promise I'll be back, I can't stay away from you lovely lot, but I just need a little time to sit in my own head, more than usual I suppose. I miss you guys already & I can't wait to come back. Just right now, in my life, I need to sort of separate myself from everything else & try to figure out what's going on inside of me. No inner crisis, don't worry. Just, I think sometimes it's good to be alone. And I haven't done that in a while. I hope you all create wonderful splendid things for me to smile at once I'm ready to come back. So, I'll be back, but, for now, adieu.
Love,
Amara Pendergraft
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 12:54 AM UTC
pretending I was dead,
you scooped me up into your arms
And looked up at the sky and yelled
No
What shall I do
Holding hands in the restaurant
In the truck i was tired
And I rested my head against you shoulder for a bit.
Why you have chosen me to be your hand to hold?
I really have no clue
But I am happy you have asked me to be your one and only.
Audrey Pendergraft
2013
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 9:55 PM UTC