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elena winters

Rookie (august 11 / joliet illinois)

MOVING ON


alone on this trip to paris
no warm arm here to hold me
no lips yearning to kiss me
no fingers intertwining my long hair

what a feeling of loneliness
that led me to sleep
only to dream of the past
that left our relationship to a steep

those everlasting words you spoke
that drained into my heart
i can hear your soft whispers
that linger in my presence

a black shadowy figure standing before me
reaches out and tries to touch me
and just when our hands nearly touch
i awake with a dissapointing expression on my face
tears begin falling like little rain droplets
forming a puddle with an image of you

so know more cries
as i wiped my sore eyes
and held my head high
with my bags by my side
to walk the path of a new life

Submitted: Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Edited: Wednesday, December 17, 2008

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  • Rookie Lovemo Queen (1/19/2009 9:54:00 PM)

    mmm...to dream of the past and to dream of what you know what could havebeen..its almost magical until reality steps in.. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Kesav Easwaran (12/28/2008 8:16:00 AM)

    A dream of reality! sad yet good poem, Breeze...would walk strongly into any reader mind...10 (Report) Reply

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