As Long As These Words Shall Live

Fading roses weep in her hands

Papers of nonsense he wrote

Lie worn from re-reading

Carnations remember him

Weaving them into her sea of hair

Hyacinths remember when he left them

On her desk

She reads the poems that she wrote

They could fill a book

An ode to Bhavin

Strange how she still feels

What she felt then

Strange how he has not faded

With these roses, carnations, hyacinths

She still smells his skin full of spices

Still feels the touch of his hand

Sees so vividly

His eyes with autumn gleaming

She smiles at her words

Eternal

His beauty will never fade

His sweetness will never be forgotten

Not as long as these words shall live

 

 

 

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

Strange how she still feels
What she felt then
Strange how he has not faded
Sees so vividly
sweetness will never be forgotten
Not as long as these words shall live
just loved those words ..yes some memories never die
they even grow harder you would think its realty
like nothing has ever changed..it happens always
it happened to me..its like living it all through again
even with a stronger feeling..
how the words intensified the feeling
how they drag you in
i never know how you do it..these words..strange
lovely write..

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Thank You, Vertigo :)

[Vertigo]

Beautiful

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Thank You, Corey..appreciated much as always...shards of broken glass embedded deep..that is a nice touch :) Thank You :)

[Crowley]

Sad....damn. Memories are there for a reason, especially to those we hold dear and become useful as our character and person grows. Like shards of broken glass embedded deep, that eventually work their way to the surface. Nice job.

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Yes..as if it were yesterday...seeming even more real than at the moment that these things that are now memories happened... :)
:) Thank You, Blues.....:)
I do not know what to say...Your sincerity is overwhelming..thank you