6/28/11

Ace
By Laura Maddox


Reds and yellows memorize,
As I watch your fire rise,
I see anger in your eyes.

On this night in late September
Every second I hear a timber,
broken down with fires ember.

Think of memories to erase.
I can’t believe I ran this race
but it’s a test I’ll have to ace.

My heart will have to sharpen,
I’ll let rage out with ink and pen.
Why did I ever let you in?

When you proposed with that stone,
I should’ve known by your tone
You only wanted me to own.

Love is not a purchase,
Or a never ending chase,
You treat me like a jack while I should be an Ace.


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I'm Laura Maddox, a 19-year-old sophomore at Appalachian State University. I love to write, drink coffee, watch movies, cook, read and dream about one day living in a big city. I've never been in love but I don't let that stop me from writing love poems!