Am I a faded memory?
Yes.
Time signed and says,
tomorrow you will forget,
another line from my face.
Forgetting my taste,
my smell,
how I used to tell you...
Love fades and new faces enter.
Yet I remember every YOU.
How you used to make my skies blue.
Vivid how I used to tell you...
Love, I wish your arms still knew-
me.
Wanting so badly your touch.
Sometimes its too much.
Such torture to my soul,
Burns me like hot coals...
Time signed and says,
tomorrow you will forget,
another line from my face.
Forgetting my taste,
my smell,
how I used to tell you...
Love fades and new faces enter.
Yet I remember every YOU.
How you used to make my skies blue.
Vivid how I used to tell you...
Love, I wish your arms still knew-
me.
Wanting so badly your touch.
Sometimes its too much.
Such torture to my soul,
Burns me like hot coals...
3 comments:
I know the feeling.
Hey you.. wonder who this poem is about! lol cause i still want you.. your not THAT easy to get over haha...
Okay, Okay, so this poem (for those that are soooo curious) is not about anyone in specific. It came from a sullen day where I thought about every guy who ever said he loved me and left.not one person. It was just an emotion that invoked the feeling of not being wanted or rejected.
Misty
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