Paper hearts
And shooting stars
Were all I found
When I dusted the closets.
High school promises made to be broken
Innocent souls to be tainted and moulded
We flew with wings, but then we fell
Yet I still have them stuffed in a corner.
…I think they’re called memories.
The pages are hard to look at
Yet I feel lighter when I do.
…
I wonder if I can fly again
Like the heart shaped balloon
You drew on my Physics notes
Remember?
Old cardboard boxes
That smell like vinyl records
Still hold your tokens of infatuation.
…
I laughed and cried when I pulled out
The class ring you gave me so long ago.
I feel so young!
I feel like I’m dying!
Dang, I’m so old!
And what about the little hearts
The sappy cards
That lay unopened?
They hurt and bleed,
Yet I’m always so foolish as to open them again
And think of you.
Its like we escaped in a hot air balloon
From a world of reality
But popped—
And fell
Fell
Fell.
Yet I was able to stand up again
And draw another scribbled heart on my lecture notes today.
I think I’ll name it after you,
Post it on my dorm room wall—
Tell my roommates,
Perhaps, if I get the courage,
“I think that’s what memories look like.”
Author notes
Im sorry this is so long! I didn't mean it to be, it just came out that way.
http://juice-teen.deviantart.com/art/Love-me-79415959
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Comments
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Wonderful
This poem tells such a fantastic story that brought a smile to my face.
Memories.........
Thank you for your entry and best wishes
Julie -
Beautiful. I ache at the thought of having to do that someday... reliving, remembering. I already feel so old...
Gives life to the past, renewed love to the present, and hope to the future. Thank you.
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lolz I felt old just by getting the idea!
thanks for reading
pegleg
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