Let's pretend
Or maybe just replay
The memories that surface in my brain
Can we go back
Or just perhaps
Wish some other time were now
You epitomize
Everything there is for me
In sunny California
But the days are colder
The snow has fallen
And you have stopped your long-distance calling
I see your face
Especially those eyes
Whenever I try to hide from life
Your boisterous laughter
Of the things I miss
Even those self-defeating sighs
It's all the moments
That make me feel
What you and I had was something real
But now it's over
You have moved away
All that remain are pictures from yesterday
5 comments:
I'm just asking to make sure you're keeping it real in your poetry... You've been to California before, right?
Wendy, Wendy, Wendy... poetry is one devicive style that it is perfectly acceptable to write about occurances that have never happened. This poem was influenced by a number of self-issues, people, and other vague-nouns. But, if you are farmilar with the movie Almost Famous, then some of the meaning will be evident.
P.S. I shot up some herione since the last time you questioned my abilities. That's just how I roll.
Hey--I have a lot of pictures from "yesterday." We never did look at yours, though, huh?
-Bethany
I like this...
I like this also!
Thanks for thine comment the other day, a long long time ago, I can still remember - uh yeah, on my blog.
I most certainly am cool, I'm related to Thais ;)
see za (that was intended)
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