it was years ago, years and years.
you never really left me.
you're still there,
a stain that will never be removed.
I did love you.
did you love me too?
yesterday, our paths crossed once again.
it's still the same.
you're still the painful salt
being rubbed on my forever fresh wounds.
Author notes
Prompt: Salt in the wound.
I just wanted to write. I just felt like writing, even though I'm not exactly inspired.
A contest entry
- PIF.... Quickie by PersuingHappyness.
300 points, ended December 6, 2007, 7 entries
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well i like the metaphor that you used in this write ...even though you weren't inspired.. i like this poem but i fell that it could have had a little more explaination .. but other than that it was a good write..
Denika
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