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Best Poems From
AMANDA SAVELEY
(December 29,1987)
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The Definition of Fear
I'm afraid.
I'm afraid that each time I let you go will be the last.
I'm afraid that you'll never come back,
Whether of your own will or fate...
I'm afraid that you will not be allowed to return to me.
That you will stay forever out of my reach,
In the abyss...
If Heaven is where you are meant to go...
I'm afraid I cannot follow.
I'm afraid I will forever lose you.
I'm afraid you'll find someone else.
I'm less than you deserve.
I'm afraid that life will eventually take you from me.
For I know this to be true.
I'm afraid of hello.
I'm afraid of goodbye.
I'm afraid of your absence.
This is why I cry.
Amanda Saveley
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The Hardest Part
Anyone can die...
We could all die tomorrow
And never know it
Yeah, we could all die tomorrow
And never feel this way again
Anyone can die
That's the easy part
Romeo and Juliet,
They thought they had it so bad
But the truth is,
They had nothing
Because they were a couple of whinyass kids
Who had it all
And never worked
They thought their love was so great
That they could not bear to part
But this all-time classic love
Is all shallow
All-physical
And all a lie
Because anyone can die
We could all dropp out at this moment
Without having loved at all
Love life,
Hate life,
In the end,
The pain's the same
Because anyone can die
You,
Me,
The sibling down the hall
The guy down the street
The starving baby in the third-world country
Do good,
Do bad,
In the end,
The fate's the same
But to throw it away
For land,
For money,
For sadness,
For love,
Is unbearably ignorant.
Because anyone can die for another
But the hardest thing to do
Is to live for another
To bear every extremety
Happiness
Sadness
Joy
Pain
Because anyone can die
That's not impressive
To live for someone,
That takes a lot
And sometimes,
It's more than one person can handle.
Amanda Saveley
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The Things I Do For You...
I should not be concerned with taking pictures of flowers.
Nor picking out flowers for my wedding that may never be.
I should be laying flowers on your grave, so cold, so cold...
I should not be thinking about my skin being soft.
Nor skin being soft on my children that may never be.
I should be holding firm your hand still, so cold, so cold...
I should not be distressed about crying once a day.
Nor take ill crying over lovers that may never be.
I should be shedding tears over your body, so cold, so cold...
I should not take care to sing so sweet and so smooth.
Nor singing to practice for others that may never be.
I should be humming near your deaf ear, so cold, so cold...
I should not wonder about kissing so carefully now.
Nor hoping to kiss as well for faces that may never be.
I should be kissing your forehead pallid, so cold, so cold...
I should not be worried about breathing tomorrow.
Nor even breathing for a future that may never be.
I should be lying in a grave deep down, so cold, so cold...
But I do.
I notice the flowers.
I worry over things vain.
I cry.
I sing.
I kiss.
I breathe.
Because that is the way you would want it.
Amanda Saveley
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Hello, Mother.
I see you there.
You dont think I do,
But I do.
In every waking minute
Of every single day,
I see you.
Youre very well-hidden,
I give you that much.
So much so that even I
Thought I had escaped from you.
Every day that passed,
I felt the distance between us
Increasing
Exponentially
Every single time I did something
To further my own good,
I felt the distance grow.
But it was all a lie
Even to me-
When I see you now
Its impossible to deny.
Youve always been there,
Hiding
Just beyond my minds eye.
And I see you now.
Clear as day.
But youre not really here.
Its just my reflection.
Amanda Saveley
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