what isn't, what is

what isn't, what is

A Poem by Alexandria Marie
"

derived from a dream

"

slink nearer,

Infatuated.

Tan arms swinging,

Safe and vulnerable,

I feel no pain.

 

No.

 

I reach.

I am

Cumbersome admirer.

My arms hold in place.

I seek respite.

A cold swell

Reverberates in my heart,

stopping it momentarily.

 

 

Twin smiles beckon to me.

I’m forcing a smile,

And I so rarely notice.

Submission would save me.

Come tear my walls down till they frown.

 

 

 

 

 

© 2010 Alexandria Marie


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Wow, I can almost feel the raw emotion in this poem

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Alexandria Marie
Alexandria Marie

Cleveland, OH



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