Memories

Memories

A Poem by Chad LaPierre

I riddled the thought of your return with a thousand burning leaves in some old brown bag.
Yet your body sat ornate in such pristine clarity that it could not be real.
Indeed, I asked myself if you were real; I never answered.
And so I wrenched and screamed until you finally left me,
 but your voice still rang clear in my mind.
And you sat on a loft and made love to the air around you.
Oh, it seems that you'll never be mine.


© 2012 Chad LaPierre


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Added on September 20, 2012
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Chad LaPierre
Chad LaPierre

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The name's Chad. I've been writing poetry for roughly a year now and have joined this site with the hopes of sharing my art and making some friends along the way. My inspirations mainly comprise Arthu.. more..

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