Shells And Petals
Brokenness And Hope
Shotgun shells and broken wings
Tattered holes and battered dreams
Bullet holes attached to strings
No more use in listening
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Her eyes don’t leave you room for reason
Love her scars, she's done with hate
She’s lost herself deep in-the process
A fractured soul about to break
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Faintly her souls song plays on repeat
Hiding amongst lost memories
Brokenness falls, petal stained ivory
A promise played with missing keys
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She held to notes inside a love song
The rhythm, like her feelings, played
Believed the melody for so long
His lyrics masked the masquerade
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She wants desperately to believe in magic
Though his actions dimmed her fire
No longer tries to be pragmatic
She fans the flame to her desire
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (8)
Some really stunning lines! Beautiful poem, Kelli!
Shotgun shells and broken wings Tattered holes and battered dreams Bullet holes attached to strings No more use in listening Great poem Kelli, especially liked these lines :)
That's the way to go! Powerful stuff, your poem!
To live the dream of whatever comes. Good work.
Wonderfully written!!! Great work, Kelli!!!
Beautiful piece. Well done.
Wow, this was great!!!
Started loving your poems onwards 🥰❤️