Elle McKay

Rookie (Canada)

The Past. - Poem by Elle McKay

breathe in that
scent
of paper and ink
yet school has
nothing
to do with it
transported back
to
those wonderful
days where
everything
was
filled with the
one thing we
all
want most she
lets out the
air
and is whisked
back where it is
unavoidably
one-sided though
she isn't supposed
to
linger on the past
nothing could stop
the
memory of returned, awesome
love


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 13, 2008



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