Category: Writers Block
And the light of that summer was so golden, so pure and oh the naive dreamer I was then.
And you brought laughter, and seriousness to me in a single word you spoke
and now I'm reduced to begging for a hint of your voice from near strangers it seems.
I suppose you wouldn't remember me, but oh God how I remember you.
now sing again oh captivating one and surround me with that melody
the compulsion to cry lingers with me still and you're forever my ethereal muse.
Now I smile at that fading memory, and cling to it with desprit strength.
I know you don't remember me, but I remember you.
awww that's cute
unless you saw the convo between me and Stacey last night, you won't get what this or actually who this poem is about
Who is it about?
Aww, that's soooooooo cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute!
just, someone that was at camp Dogwood last year birdy
I may not no who this poem is about but it sounds like they tuched you deeply. The people like that in our lives are the people we only know for a short time. They come tuch us then leave like birds in the morning sun.
Yes, the person whom it was written for is irrelivant. We've all had someone or another who has influenced us greatly, but never knew it.
right smack dab on it CL scott guy and Kyle