Sorting through old photos I come across you yet again. Those same searing, pleading eyes. That same sexy, crooked smile. That same nervous knot in my stomach. I thought that wound had fused. A voice cries out from the
crawlspace of my soul. "Tear it up!" With a sigh, I stare off into nowhere And tuck you back, safely away.
Lovely.
I know how this can be. I live this every once in a while
when I take those old pictures out and see HIM.
Every time you look at those pictures of that certain person,
you think I can do this, I can get rid of them, but you just can't,
for some reason...
And that reason is embedded in your heart and soul,
Where that person left an imprint so deep
that you cannot shake it off.
Memories have a way of rearing their ugly heads at the least opportune moments. Difficult to keep they tucked safely away. Very well written poem...so emotional. Lydia
i absoluetely love it. its short and to the point. the only thing i would change is instead of "safely away" i would put something else since you just used away above that
Lovely.
I know how this can be. I live this every once in a while
when I take those old pictures out and see HIM.
Every time you look at those pictures of that certain person,
you think I can do this, I can get rid of them, but you just can't,
for some reason...
And that reason is embedded in your heart and soul,
Where that person left an imprint so deep
that you cannot shake it off.
Been there - done that!! We all have a memory that we refuse to let go. An old lover who just never worked out. Maybe we wanted it to work out more than we should have. Maybe being with that person was stupid in the first place. Maybe forgetting that person would be the best thing for us - IF only we could.
I still believe that everyone we meet becomes a part of us in out heart and mind. Somehow making us who we are on the next morning. We even benefit from those that break our hearts. I know why you could not throw out that picture. I'd have kept it too. I'm still cherrishing some pretty old memories. They are a part of who I am today.
Great write. my friend. This one goes into my favorites.
This is such a beautiful poem. Very nice flow, rythme, and ryhme in this piece. So much emotion and feeling. Nice detsil snd imagery. I can see myself dong this with my ex's photos. Wonderfully written. I loved it. Excellent work. I enjoyed reading this very much. Great job! =]
AWE. Very sad and very nice poem. I wish you would write more poems. Great job. Ok, I like this even better now with the voice and I believe you shortened it and it works. Great job
Oh boy. You have done it. This is superb. I love it, the unfused wound, the crawlplace of your soul, staring off into nowhere and the last line, brilliant- and tuck you back, safely away. I am awed. This is wonderful, everything it should be. You have created a masterpiece of heartache.
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