nostalgiaA Poem by Britt Foster2011/2012.
Truth is often so misspoken,
Veiled behind the walls we build; Vivid words are swathed inside A gap left unfulfilled. With passing days the distance grows And weeks compress to months and years, Remnants fade and feelings pass -- In time all darkness clears. But still I'm haunted by the ghosts Of words I failed to say, And still I wonder if you knew Just how I felt that day. Alive with warm emotion, I was taken by your smile, My soul was swimming in your light, Enchanted with your style. I miss the way you made me feel And though it sounds cliché, I think about you all the time, You're in my heart to stay.
© 2019 Britt FosterAuthor's Note
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