In The Way Back When

For my butterfly...Im trusting you...

Lets blaze a trail, burning hot white
into the memory banks that belong
to only us, leaving a trail of smiles
laughs, and feathers from pillows

I can taste the sincerity of the words
on the tip of my tongue, it’s sweet
like a bitter chocolate mixed with
what-ifs and remember whens…

I take a silent solace in that you’re
out there somewhere, sleeping the
dreams of charmed princes who know
they’ve got the world in their hands
if they’d only look and see

You make me thoughtful, you leave
me inside my own head, slowly
stripping me bare, till all I have
is what I’m alone with. 

This is what embittered people
talk about, the I remember days…

I remember…

Reviews

[Ange]

beautifull..

[Tommy]

I like the emotion expressed in this piece. I being one of the "embittered" beings feel you have embodied my memories.

RLG,
Tommy

[Erotic Goddess]

I take a silent solace in that you’re
out there somewhere, sleeping the
dreams of charmed princes who know
they’ve got the world in their hands
if they’d only look and see

Such power in so many lines you've written here, and what a picture you portray. I am never disappointed when I come sneaking into your pages...such beauty, emotion, and honesty always finds me here.

xxoxx

[SpitfireGrrrl]

This is beautiful, lady! I love reading whatever you write because you always manage to make me think, and I can always relate in one way or another.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Those damned charmed princes always laying around copping some zzzzzz.
But the poor old poet knows just like Neil Young sang, "Rust Never Sleeps"

Cool write sweetheart.