Past LoveA Poem by Victoria HarlequinLosing someone hurts. I personally don't know what it's like to lose someone you love (as in "in love.."), but I tried writing something different.Every morning I get up, you appear at my house with an anxious smile We walk out the door, holding hands and releasing the words we've waited to speak for hours Nearing exhaustion from the songs we sang to each other, I'd embrace you like a bouquet of flowers picked right out of our secret garden Breathing in the scent of ocean breeze candles and the heavy smell of your dog, I laugh Your hand approached my chin and guided my face to your eyes My head spun from your intoxicating features ...it was overwhelming
To the park we wandered and found ourselves laying lazily on the tall grass I felt your hand caressing my cheek, the soft touch of those fingers grazing over my eyelids and temples I lifted my hand up to yours and held on for dear life The wind picked up and my hair went wild, flying away from my face I opened my eyes finding your emerald ones looking back at me Your lips, oh the ones I longed to touch, curved up into a grin Intertwining our hearts together, you glided your palm to my neck
"Beautiful" escaped your mouth and I brought my face closer to you A liquid drop descends from my eye and your thumb gently brushes over the wetness on my jawline Kneeling by your headstone I remember so many times spent with you It's unfair that you're gone now, but I never stopped loving you So many years have passed and I can't handle the pain any longer I'll never forget your face before you left me that night My memory of you will never fade
Adieu... © 2009 Victoria HarlequinAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on December 3, 2008 Last Updated on June 12, 2009 AuthorVictoria HarlequinCome away with me to never never land so I can run when you try to rape me, MIAboutNazario S. [IMH] Ser fuerte para su papa y su verdadero familia Well let's see, I enjoy writing (poetry, blah blah) for one. I've been writing for quite some time, and if you were t.. more..Writing
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