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Love letters

Missing image

It sits on the top shelf
that worn out shoe box
with a lost soul
locked inside
twisted up pieces of you
and me
if I let myself remember
(I fight so hard honest I do)
I swear
I hear your voice
beckoning me
Telling me
pick me up
remembering
a time when I ran
my fingers through your hair
 the sun
kissed your shoulders
 and you cried
when I said I love you.
I hate when "I said I love you"
turned into
hate.
 Hate turned into
sorrow.
Then sorrow turned into
what used to be.
That use to be us.

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falling foward from the past

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  • Nicolette gold member
    September 28, 2007
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    This one spoke to me, Catressa...the title so in contrast to the "that use to be us"... I know one's not supposed to ask "why"...but yes, why indeed does something beautiful becomes so sorrowful and empty? Beautiful poetry...I have a box like that too and so very often the migrant birds of those letters flutter around me...

    ~ Nicolette


  • Captain Changa
    September 14, 2007
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    Hmm. Makes me wonder where that last birthday card I got from grandpa went. The last few years, I've been saving all the cards I got from either grandma or grandpa thinking that could be the last one I got.


  • faderman1959
    September 14, 2007

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    Sad but full of honesty! Life doesn't always go as planned or hoped for unfortunately. But it makes us who we are. A very thought provoking poem Catressa.


  • tara wilson gold member
    September 14, 2007
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    What an emotional read this is for me...honest and comes right from the soul...


  • Night Hope gold member
    September 13, 2007
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    "It sits on the top shelf
    that worn out shoe box
    with a lost soul
    locked inside"

    I have read this sort of letters, too. Sorrowful & lovely, my Friend. Wanda


  • arafura gold member
    September 13, 2007

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    locked inside...

    Lovely! The emotion behind every word is unmistakable. You bring the wistful quality of the remembrance of love that has passed by to the reader.
    Great stuff!


  • misselaineous
    September 13, 2007
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  • Trellis
    September 13, 2007
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    Feeling-filled. Beautiful poetry.

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