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Unused Love
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I can still hear your voice
Clearly in the black nite
Speaking to me on the most
Mediocre topics.
I can still smell your aroma
On my own clothing
Gracefully drifting to my face
Reminding me you were here.
I can still feel your arms
As they tightly encircled me
Holding me to you
As though you would never let go.
I can still see your smile
and bright eyes as they looked at me
and as I looked back
I was entranced.
It took me so long to tell you
how I felt.
It took you only a few moments
to captivate me.
But you are gone
miles away.
Back to your old life
and old friends.
I wonder now if you think of me
as often as I do you.
And whether our time together
Means as much to you
As it does to me.
Clearly in the black nite
Speaking to me on the most
Mediocre topics.
I can still smell your aroma
On my own clothing
Gracefully drifting to my face
Reminding me you were here.
I can still feel your arms
As they tightly encircled me
Holding me to you
As though you would never let go.
I can still see your smile
and bright eyes as they looked at me
and as I looked back
I was entranced.
It took me so long to tell you
how I felt.
It took you only a few moments
to captivate me.
But you are gone
miles away.
Back to your old life
and old friends.
I wonder now if you think of me
as often as I do you.
And whether our time together
Means as much to you
As it does to me.
A poem I wrote to the same guy as Secret Love. This is, of course, now that he is gone.
© 2008 - 2024 littleclam10
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Not to completely lose the tone of the poem, but I just LOST THE GAME!
...and yes, it is 2:30 in the morning. So what!
...and yes, it is 2:30 in the morning. So what!