Life Used To Be Lived Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Life Used To Be Lived



Evaporating into the atmosphere, many past memories wanting
to hide somewhere they can no longer be found, because the
life they used to live has disappeared for good.

Wanting to find and hold onto love, holding intense desires
closely, hoping they will be fulfilled with a purposeful
touch of someone's hand in mine.

Thursday, February 19, 2015
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