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
lovely words...I walked down memory lane :D
ReplyDeleteNice words, but I'd suggest, don't dwell in them too much. Hallucinations do happen, and so do mirages.
ReplyDeleteThey hurt more.
:)
Blasphemous Aesthete
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.
ReplyDeleteNice!!
jenny, listen to blasphemous aesthete. hes right!
ReplyDeleteand yeah good stuff that :P
amazzing!!
ReplyDeletei love this!!
btw check out dis blog..
workingwidwonders.blogspot.com
she is of our school :)
Nice poem <3
ReplyDeleteWhen everything's swept...we are left with memories
what a beautiful words. love this post. ;D
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