Open Poetry #11 |
Gust of Reality |
Rosebud1229 Senior Member
since 2000-04-05
Posts 1813North Carolina |
Chilly winds, a gust of reality, Seeps into my mind, Bringing back yesterdays, When I wanted your warmth, Bringing me to life, Here I am, December Rains torture my brain, Thinking of the warm kisses upon My skin, Yesterday gone away, Today again, Yet I replay, I'll pay, My debts to deep, Memories of the way we were, Shall never be again. |
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Charisma
since 2000-09-30
Posts 5906lost in blue pages |
memories of yesterday, ...can be so bittersweet. well done. Charisma |
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Rosebud1229 Senior Member
since 2000-04-05
Posts 1813North Carolina |
Your so right Charisma, sometimes memories come back to you and that's when your amazed how they seem so close not so long ago. |
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