Your words come back to me like daggers at my heart,
Threatening to once again rip my world apart.
Drifting back to a time not as far as it may seem,
Like blurry visions of a not so bad dream.
Memories of the past begin to slowly drift back to me,
I am now back in Stonersville* with you and the sea-monkey.
We're under "the tree" now, and you're holding me tight,
We laid there just talking, long after the morning light.
Memories of shooting stars and wonderwalls,
All locked up deep inside and sealed by concrete walls.
Walking hand in hand to your house in the pouruing rain,
Stopping for a kiss every ten steps, people must have thought we were insane.
Remember the old lady who liked to say fuck,
and the first gift you gave me,my favorite stuffed duck .
Looking back at old poems, there almost all about you,
Surprise, surprise, but then again I'm sure you already knew.
The late night phone calls that lasted six hours long,
and right before bed time, you always sang me our song.
The scars on my wrist are a reminder of the past,
Constant agony of a love that was to good to last.
Remember the night on the front room floor?
When Tiffany and Randy walked through the door!!
You were the first that I ever gave mysself to,
but I don't regret it, so please don't think that I do.
Remember the days i would sleep over all night?
Falling asleep in your arms, and all in the world was right!
Somewhere down the way things started to go wrong,
Now I can't help but cry everytime I hear that song.
But the memories we made along the way I will always cherish,
and the love in my heart will never perish.
Author notes
So for all of you out there who know me, you probably also know that I have been having a bit of writers block...lol. Well this is the first thing that I have written, well finished anyway in over a year. I guess that I had a bit of unexpected inspiration! Let me know what you think please!
Let me know what you think!
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amazeing
it's so amazeing how it all comes back to me so vividley when i read this. Then agian, i never forgot, i never will forget. I hope i'm not like messing up your stuff here and letting the story of this poem away but this poem i can already tell is about me and the aouther sleepy shelly, long ago, when everything between us was unarguably perfect. if that would have lasted we would be together know, sitting here reading another poem, who knows shelly, maybe someday, maybe someday when kind find this place agian, when thier is nothing to worry about but me and you, and not all the crazy chaotic bullshit that was going on when our relationship ended many times over. maybe someday, and you know i'll always love you, i'll prob have to read this agian and agian, and maybe a wonderwall or two. ----Nathan Ritchey or Eck or maybe a fluffy or two with some coffee please lol talk to you late
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wow
a lovely poem where you touch upon you history and regrets,,,,it is so personal...it has to be read several times.....great stuff....glad the muse has returned....keep well
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congrats on your writers block leaving you.
this piece is beautiful
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I see the writers block has definitely left and this poem is wonderful, i totally loved the rhyming and the story it told, thanks for such a beautiful poem, very uplifting!!!
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