Melissa Killough Poems

Death's door I knock.
Scary thing it's not locked.
Why mess with which I love or me.
If hurt comes to one my fury you'll see.
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On a starry evening,
West of the Mississippi I stood;
Looking up at the stars and thinking
What God created and why.
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Dreams some crazy, weird, good, bad.
Some amazing, 'What is everyone dreaming'.
Hearing screams, hearing cries.
Imaging two kids playing on the beach about two years old.
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I love him. I don't care what all say.
Nothing will change my mind, I warn you just stay away.
If you try to hurt what I have.
I swear a demon I'll arrive.
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July to June.
What could it ruin.
To love, to loss,
To death I nail the cross.
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Blonde hair, blue eyes.
His body between my thighs.
His heart beat in sync with mine.
To be with him makes all fine.
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