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StellarChica Member
since 2002-07-06
Posts 207floating down a river... |
Hmmm..I'm not sure if I've posted this here before..I don't think I have. I don't remember it ever being this cold in May, Walking out on the porch, The floor is cold beneath my feet, I shiver at the memory of our warm summer nights out here, Looking up at the stars, I point out all the constellations to myself, Like you would do for me, I tell myself the joke you had about Orion's Belt, But it's not as funny without your smile afterwards, Sitting in your favorite chair, I drown my sorrows in an orange soda, You always loved orange soda, I don't remember it ever being this cold in May, Sitting out here in the dark, I can still hear you laughing, From the time we got a tent and camped out in the backyard, I can still hear your guitar, As you play the song you wrote for me, I don't remember it ever being this cold in May. Thanks for reading  *~erin~* "Longing for home again but home is a feeling I buried in you."-Greenwheel |
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anya Member
since 2002-07-27
Posts 393London, UK |
That is very sweet, really paints a vivid image, thankyou anya |
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