"Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, Poetry is just the ash."
Monday, January 19, 2009
I will think of you..
I loved you once
when my world was a shooting star
bright and beautiful
when you played your guitar
on winter nights
when there was no where else to go.
I loved you once
though I did not come with a guarantee
no lifetime warranty,
you loved me once.
I had to go, follow that restlessness.
Please credit me with honesty.
That first day I let you know,
told you I never stayed in one place too long.
Understand that I loved your songs
and all that came with the length of our days,
I will think of you again each time
I walk alone in the rain.
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A walk to remember, is what you made me think of with this write. Yet again, you use your pen, to strike that unstruck chord.
Beautiful write!
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