All of his soft spoken words,
Generating the faintest memories.
Please remember each soft, subtle touch.
I long to embrace your soft spoken word.
Carrying the appropriate amount of tears, touched by the devil.
The smell of daisies, brushing my face, tickling my toes.
I am nearly unfamiliar with the definition of sanity, in a time such as this.
You tend to stay the most beautiful in the back of my mind.
Unfiltered emotionalism continues.
He said, “Come with me and this can happen,” (soft spoken)
I didn’t know what it meant,
That is why I agreed.
I came upon every faint memory with a boy,
I abruptly listened to you. Every word.
Oct 30, 2011
Oct 30, 2011 at 4:08 PM UTC
All of his soft spoken words,
Generating the faintest memories.
Please remember each soft, subtle touch.
I long to embrace your soft spoken word.
Carrying the appropriate amount of tears, touched by the devil.
The smell of daisies, brushing my face, tickling my toes.
I am nearly unfamiliar with the definition of sanity, in a time such as this.
You tend to stay the most beautiful in the back of my mind.
Unfiltered emotionalism continues.
He said, “Come with me and this can happen,” (soft spoken)
I didn’t know what it meant,
That is why I agreed.
I came upon every faint memory with a boy,
I abruptly listened to you. Every word.
I would really like critique on this one. The first stanza needs some rewording. So feedback would be lovely.
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