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Author: Germaine Amundsen
Fiction Rated: T - English - Angst/Tragedy - Published: 02-16-04 - Updated: 02-16-04 - id:1527965
The Unrequited Love Poems

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Crazed room

Spinning through this deafening, silent rage

I cannot scream anymore

Kill me now

Thrill me now

Sugar lights dance

through streets of rain

And I am all alone

Yeah, I am all alone

You didn't believe me

when I was a porcelain statue

and shattered on your door

Kill me now

Chill me now

White walls close

with broken shrieks

And I am all alone

Yeah, I am all alone.

-end.

Bittersweet

Sweet irony

Sweet pain

Sweet love

Sweet death

Bitter, Bitter

Bitter cold winds

Rip through us as though

frozen razors

Sugar-sick

Retrieve me from Heaven

Sweet, sweet Summerland

Harsh, harsh January

And bitter,

Bitter cold winds

Knives through the air

Tiptoe and

chocolates

Christmas

Sweet giving and

cherish every moment

It is bittersweet.

-end.

Blue Bottle

Swallow your dark shame

Keep it all to yourself

Let it sit there

Keep it to yourself

I can't find myself

I've kept me hidden so well, so long

Keep it to yourself

Let it not drain

Keep it to yourself

Until it hurts too much to even release.

-end.

Disgrace

Untrue to me

You're blue to me

Broken beyond repair

Yeah, broken beyond all repair

Disgrace to you

I'm a fool for you

Blinded beyond all repair

Yeah, I am beyond all repair

Don't you think it's time to go?

Fall through ashen stars

Burn't beyond all repair

Yeah, burn't beyond all repair

I took my dolls

to the charity down the street

Just down the street!

And you know something?

They were broken beyond all repair

Yeah, beyond all repair

Broken, Burn't, Blinded

Don't you think it's time to go?

Fall through ashen stars

Burn't beyond all repair

Hey, Hey, beyond all repair, yeah

They were beyond all repair.

-end.

Electric Blizzard

Supercharged metal reflections

Electricity seeks your dirty body

Your life of night

And shimmer-stars

Glamour's scars

Pain for beauty's pleasures

It's all fake in this snow-globe world

Shake the tiny cottage

A blizzard!

It surrounds your perfection.

-end.



© Copyright 2004 Germaine Amundsen (FictionPress ID:172759).


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