An afternoon listening to Amy Winehouse - - I loved that girls music. I loved her because of her talent, vocals, and her flaws. At times she just channeled pain, hurt, and just bared her heart and destruction so all could see. Honestly, I can relate to her because I also have my flaws and could relate to her pain. It has taken me a few years to love me and not worry about what the world thinks of me. Place the love of me ahead of loving someone else because I am the only person responsible to make me smile, happy, without a drink or any other crutch. With that said my poem which was created from listening to “Frank”, and “Back to Black” this is what leaked from my pen onto the pages of my journal.
Flawed
Bruised
my heart
Memory’s flood me
Running through my mind
Like an old
Black and White movie reel
The only thing that hold
them back
Sits in a glass
Jack and Coke
Fading me to Black
While squeezing you
Out of my mind, heart, soul
Kicking you out of my Bed
Tired of replaying the past
On fast forward
As my heart
Heals
Slowly
I breathe new life
Into me
M Valle 10/14/11
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