I sit here on this wooden porch,
staring off into the sunset.
A darkness rolls in and I brace myself
for the sweet of the scent of rain.
It's moments like these when I wish you were here,
to hold me until the clouds and skies clear.
But your love has been like the scent of rain,
Here for the moment and impossible to re-obtain.
But every time the clouds roll in
I play our memories over again.
Even though I know the scent will end,
I remember fondly of an old friend.
A contest entry
- Here's something interesting. by celestial.
300 points, ended March 27, 2008, 15 entries
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Comments
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awww. This was sweet and sad. Nice write.
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aww.. thanks. I try to write things that are heartfelt which for me often involves things being bittersweet
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