Buried Words

Buried Words

A Poem by devon

Being with you

Was synonymous to

Finishing a good book:

There was nothing I couldn’t do.

 

I could speak French,

Even some Portuguese.

I could rattle off Latin

In my sleep.

 

Even if Senora Juarez warned me

That I was failing Spanish III,

I could have spoken perfect Sanskrit

When I was with you.

 

But the language is long dead.

© 2013 devon


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Mir
interesting. That's all I can think of to describe this one.:) haha

Posted 11 Years Ago


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devon

11 Years Ago

Thank you! Hahaha :)

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