Darkened cigarettes reek of lip gloss and letdown,
Killing the lungs of a harlequin whore.
A teenage zombie soul, this wreckage of a girl,
Is fighting a malicious war.
Scattered echoes snicker vengeance,
Though her eyes scream of hazel innocence.
Her heartbreak’s for the summer season;
Their manic eyes are making her wince.
This promiscuous girl, trapped in walls of insanity,
Just for the record, Amy Terror’s her twin.
Another torn and crushed cigarette box
Screams the notions of her sins.
Hello Operator, she’s connected with death;
6:00 A.M. strikes, it’s her hour of prime.
She’s an addict for dramatics: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1;
Amy Terror was only part-time.
Author notes
Second Poem I`ve Written Since I Quit Writing in Like, February. :[
Written June 10th, 2006
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Amy this was beautiful!! i loved the phrases in this! I cant get over how great it was! MidnightxInsanity is right too, you havent lost your touch at all! Great to have you back!!
Much love,
Isa
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I see you haven;t lost your talent, dear. A lot of emotion is in this and I liked your rhyming. The ending was nicely done and sums it well. Even though it's short, you still get the point and emotion across. Awesome job and keep it up.
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