Prom Queen E-Book

Amilly Scoth

• Herausgeber: BoD - Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 17

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

“prom queen (the little screwed up)” isn’t just a poetry book – it’s an open diary caught somewhere between heartbreak and healing. Amilly Scoth writes about falling in love and falling apart, about breaking under the weight of your own mind and slowly piecing yourself back together. Her poems are raw and tender, sharp and soft – but always honest. Set between growing pains and quiet resilience, this debut collection captures what it means to feel too much in a world that tells you to feel less.

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Icy Prom Queen

On my own

Can I have this last dance?

Drive away

Block out

Blue

Roses

Someone better

Break your heart again

Waiting ... tick ... tick ... tick.

Visit an empty room

self-reflection

Meet again

Mess in a dress

Buzzing

Not drunk!

Rhymes

Don’t you remember?!

Red dress

Leaves

Glistened night

Dancing along

Diamond ocean

Cruel endings

Darkest smoke

Lost an enemy

Hold onto you

Wiped Fingerprints

Saw a realness

Sunshine mornings

Never had a real friend

Dancing when its pouring

Dust & Dirt (on red dress)

Never found sunlight

Short afternoon

Pictures - Frames - Memories

Crawled to my own grave

Prom Queen will be a dream fever

Someone’s hand

People talking

Chasing mistakes

Liars never tell one truth

Red lipstick & a red dress

Found one to catch

The promise

Cold hands hold a cold heart

Remember the flooding blood

They wear high heels

please, press play

Face in my hands

Mascara black

Losing puzzle piece

Never found why?

The reason slips through my hands

Could’ve walked away

Trying to recover

Tired of smiling

Shaking hands

Heartless crier

Writing a letter to someone someday

stop

Thank you

a life in metaphors

showdown

messed up (in the head)

heartstrings

lost in letters

universal eye

split opinion

scattered mind

eyes are my arrows

behind my back

spaces between

theater blvd

football shirt no. 5

this is the thing

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Icy Prom Queen

It was empty

I could hear every click of my heels

... click ...

... clack ...

... click...

— silent screams — echoes —

In my sleep