ForgottenA Poem by NicoleI am forgotten, Just some faded memory, A girl that you once knew, When you lived in better days. When the sun was warm, And you lied beside, The rip and roar Or a falling tide. My face is like the haunting, Of some hung-over dream. There’s a word that matches it, But you can no longer remember
what it means. Like inside jokes from second grade, Or photographs faded by time, I fear that I may have become forgotten, And that only what’s forgotten is mine. The details are blurry, if they’re even there, And I’m not there unless in front of your face. I’m the wandering wisp that was left to the wind, And the blood that was shed in your place. It’s easy to overlook them who
look over you, Unless too unkindly they speak, So what is the difference if one
more is unnoticed, Just another sad, pathetic freak. Like inside jokes from second grade, Or photographs faded by time, I fear that I may have become forgotten, And that only what’s forgotten is mine. The details are blurry, if they’re even there, And I’m not there unless in front of your face. I’m the wandering wisp that was left to the wind, And the blood that was shed in your place. I was far too quiet for my own
good, Only used as a foundation of
lead, And now I drop silent red tears In place of the ones I’ve
forgotten to shed. Like inside jokes from second grade, Or photographs faded by time, I fear that I may have become forgotten, And that only what’s forgotten is mine. The details are blurry, if they’re even there, And I’m not there unless in front of your face. I’m the wandering wisp that was left to the wind, And the blood that was shed in your place. © 2012 NicoleReviews
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StatsAuthorNicoleAboutI'm not a normal person. That'd be too easy. "Imperfection is beauty, maddness is genius, and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring." They tell me I wouldn't last one d.. more..Writing
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