Friday, December 10, 2010

Lingering Presence..


I'm swaying away in your thoughts,
And
As the wind blows...
It's as if you're trying to reach out to me.

I feel your presence touch me lightly...
It's so soft,
That for once I almost believe it.

But then,
I realize
That it's time I must accept,
That you're gone
And will never return!

It's just the cold night...
Trying to accompany me,
As I try to wash away your memories.

Once again, thanks RainBoy for reviewing :) You're amazing =)
xoxo

7 comments:

  1. lovely words...I walked down memory lane :D

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  2. Nice words, but I'd suggest, don't dwell in them too much. Hallucinations do happen, and so do mirages.

    They hurt more.

    :)
    Blasphemous Aesthete

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  3. such thoughts at 15...i didn't even know how to construct a sentence at that age and here you are pennin down deep poems.

    Nice!!

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  4. jenny, listen to blasphemous aesthete. hes right!

    and yeah good stuff that :P

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  5. amazzing!!
    i love this!!
    btw check out dis blog..
    workingwidwonders.blogspot.com
    she is of our school :)

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  6. Nice poem <3
    When everything's swept...we are left with memories

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  7. what a beautiful words. love this post. ;D

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Your words mean a lot :)