.to love such a wild thing.A Poem by Britanie
there were times after the breakdown
when the morning grass was so wet i had to stop and wipe my feet off on the hard carpet and i would look out the window searching for your face in the clouds as i felt the tiny pieces of carpet scratch at my soles. i remembered your smell even long after we said goodbye and i tried to imagine it as i slept that night and thought of how beautiful you would be wearing all white and promising your love to me. i can conjure up every second we shared together i keep it stored away in a memory bubble of lost love but something about train rides on rainy days always make me nostalgic for past love affairs that i wish with enough wishing i can someday forget. © 2012 Britanie |
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1 Review Added on April 18, 2012 Last Updated on April 18, 2012 AuthorBritanieMAAbout"I do not think there is a woman in whom the roots of passion shoot deeper than in me. The two elements of passion are rapture and melancholy. It seems to me, I am that incarnate." Free-flow writin.. more..Writing
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