falling into disgrace i found
you inside my pocket little
trophy girl by the wayside
broken mascara running
down your face do you remember
when we used to fall in love
every morning under the rain
i found you in my pocket
as i fall deeper into disgrace
sitting by the roadside
the biting wind hard on my face
these are no tears for you
i cant recall when i cried for
you
to-day i opened that old photograph
maybe its time to burn
i found you in my pocket
in disgrace i have fallen
there is no room now for you and i
lets hold hands and runaway
can we ever find that treasure
chest again on the hilltop
falling down laughing the sun
beats on our face
i found you in my pocket
maybe i'll keep you there
What did you think
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Awww I thought I read ad commented on this one already. Reading it is like watching someone remember a love that ended almost unwillingly. Does that make sense? It's like the photograph was found in the pocket and that's where you want to keep it. There's a feeling of lonliness and longing in this too. It almost makes ya sad while you read it, but I still really like it. It's very pretty beyond all that I see in it.
luv ya
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i just read it again. hmm! one of my more depressing writes, but that is what happens when the sorrows are at the bottom of the bottle
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It's a bit sad that all you have is an old photograph - reminds me of a Paul Simon sentiment.
Well done, nice work.
Robin.
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this is so interesting... reminds me of indean in the cupbourd... stupid thing to be reminded of.
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A fantastic write - I think most of us have fumbled through old boxes, pockets, and in my case wallets - were we kept things that rekindled memories that we should have discarded long ago - Albert.
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Peek-a-boo I remembered you too.
I really missed your poems and this one i do not remember. I really liked it.
Sometimes I wonder why I can never truly understand the fish. At least the way he loves the ones that he loves. And why did he have to go away anyway? I can never explain to how much your poems give me this insight.
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I love this...it is a great write. I love the way you express your thoughts in this...there is definately that unique quality there that makes me like a poem...beautiful piece.
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Its hard to let go of something you've held treasured for so long.....Feelings drift like tides ,even though one wishes so much that they dont..I guess it happens for reasons not yet revealed to ones mind and heart.Everything has its purpose yet is there a purpose for everything?...I think each piece of life that happens to us is kept inside locked away and that it manages to break open every now and again,just to let one know its still there..a way that lets us know we can still feel..still touch what becomes lost ...I type way to much lol....its a poem of great beauty mixed with such sadness ..you do verse ever so well..I look forward to more from you ... ~ G ~
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Ooo this is really nicely written, i enjoyed: "little
trophy girl by the wayside
broken mascara running
down your face do you remember
when we used to fall in love
every morning under the rain"
...so beautiful. The sadness and longing and confusion that this brought out in me was pleasing. thanks for reading "psychotic liar". peace -mary/nevaeh
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Yes I agree, I think you should keep that photograph..
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This poem is so full of doubts and unresolved feelings.
Memories of a time once shared by two people in love, and now only a photograph to remind you the moments of then.
I like it so much, maybe because those doubts are mine too.
Very good 'start'!
Mari
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