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Six feet away from her.
I can still hear your voice
behind the car window.
The car is moving.
I look out the window.
I see her face.
A troubled face.
I promise that
we'll be back to
our promise land.
but saddening as it maybe,
I can't place hands with the sorrow
that glares me down.
even though I miss the time of grief,
I don't want to move to fast.
Ok. To keep things at a pace,
I'm afraid of you
and what you've became.
I feel her breath
that drew close to my face.
We're so far away,
that i'm forgetting to remember
you still exist
I must write you
about the daily events.
It's the just that days are
bleeding by
and months are passing
with a smile off our
face's thoughts.
To keep words short,
I'm busy being tired
and i'm trying to forget how
close you were to me.
I can smell this new wind
and it's has something disguised within.
It's the time when time went too fast
and she kiss me in that
abandoned house near the grave.
It was cold and so were
your hands.
We heard a pitch from above.
You grabbed my hand with
caution at heart.
We unknowingly easydropped
from the murmurs bellow.
you stopped me dead
with no intentions of moving on.
So with that we stayed,
abandoned and cold.
But I could stay in grieve.
Not to prolong this,
I left without you holding
my heart.
Now I'm back to our
modern time
when the world seem
so easy to map out.
To this very breathe
I can't figure
what you make of me
and in that
to make of you.
I wish we could catch up,
but you seem a little busy
with all the flowers you've
been inhabiting.
I can see you moved too.
It must be a bother
getting notice living in
a marble town.
But it's not too far from
the abandon house
where you kiss me.
I should have visited
more you.
I miss you.
I still feel cold.
September 7, 2009
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GOD!
It's a poem! I wrote a poem! It's been years...ok maybe several months.
I've just been a little depressed. All my friends are in school now (college and high school alike) and i'm not! I miss it. I miss waking up 4 o'clock in the morn just to do work in my photography class and then blow off the rest of the classes but still respect my other teachers. I miss assholes yelling demeaning thing because my pants were to tight for them. I miss being seeing my friends on a contant basis and not paying them gas money just to see them.
I miss a lot but time is fleeting on and I must amend for following a trend. I will become a pro photographer and I will every now and then write a poem.
© 2009 - 2024 dokurome
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marquis, you made me cry.
its really beautiful. i havent read anything like that in a while.
i miss you. everytime i see Jon, i think of you. he reminds me so much of you. hes a bit immature though. not quite on your level. no wonder i like you better. anyway, this is supposed to be about this literary work... so ill just have to call you when my phone turns back on again... gahh.
imunna see if its alive... and i hope youre not sleeping. cause im calling you asap. and its like, 3:00 a.m. lol
its really beautiful. i havent read anything like that in a while.
i miss you. everytime i see Jon, i think of you. he reminds me so much of you. hes a bit immature though. not quite on your level. no wonder i like you better. anyway, this is supposed to be about this literary work... so ill just have to call you when my phone turns back on again... gahh.
imunna see if its alive... and i hope youre not sleeping. cause im calling you asap. and its like, 3:00 a.m. lol