Tasting the AirA Poem by Myrcei
Tasting the air with my tongue.
I stood right here when I lost someone. So long ago, but it smells just the same. Wading through depths while I sung. Hoping you’d hear I felt afraid and alone. So wrong I was, supposing you called me by name. Hanging on lines I was wrung. Into a tangle of what I’d been through before. So strong I thought, but was convicted and labeled a shame. Hating the tears, how they stung. Dying my dress and once again here I stand on my own. So long ago, but it hurts me the same. © 2010 MyrceiReviews
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2 Reviews Added on August 19, 2010 Last Updated on August 19, 2010 AuthorMyrceiAthens, GAAboutHello there you can call me Myrcei. It's not my real name. I created it because I hated having to put numbers and dashes and underscores every time I tried to make an account with my given name. All t.. more..Writing
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