Little Talks

There's an old voice in my head that's holding me back
Well tell her that I miss our little talks
Soon it will be over and buried with our past
We used to play outside when we were young,
And full of life and full of love

Some days I don't know if I am wrong or right
Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear

'Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry
Our bodies safe to shore

Don't listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same

You're gone gone gone away
I watched you disappear
All that's left is a ghost of you
Now we're torn torn torn apart, there's nothing we can do
Just let me go we'll meet again soon
Don't wait wait wait for me
Please don't hang around
I'll see you when you fall asleep

Reviews

[The Nude Writer]

Love it! :) you have a wonderful mind :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the poem too. A journey into thoughts and memories. Those whispers are part of us. Telling us to go forward or stop. I like the way you told the story in the poem. A very nice ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote

[Alex Vidmar]

I agree with trainwreck. This is an amazing piece. Well done. This is definitely going into my favorites.

[trainwreck]

This was well-written and I enjoyed your cleverly simple wordplay. I especially like the stanza that reads: "Cause though the truth may vary this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore."

[Justin Flume]

Didn't Really get the point of this. No offence.
Can't relate or nothing but good write though.