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I don't remember, any more,
The exact shape of your hands
As I held them in mine,
Caressed them,
Memorized the length of your fingers,
The depth of your calluses.

I don't remember, any more,
Exactly your height, how much
Taller than me
You were, where
My head rested on your chest
When you held me tightly close.

I don't remember, any more,
Your scent, when we lay together
Creating our own
Magic rhythm,
Matching our heartbeats as we
Touched the sky, together.

I don't remember, any more,
The sound of your voice, calling
My name as though
It were a song
Within itself, a precious treasure
You valued with all your being.

And I don't remember, any more,
The color of your eyes, the shape
Of your lips,
Only...
How your eyes crinkled at the corners
And your laugh, as you told me,

"I love you."
Copyright by Ash L. Bennett, 2011
Schyler Morrow Jun 2014
That is what I do.
Speak out of turn or
**** him with silence.
Uncalled sentences to
I wish you would open up.
All this time I have been fighting
for us to see things hand and hand
When everything is nothing
Will an understanding be the same
"What are you pushing for?"
She could not tell you.
Schyler Morrow May 2014
Tonight, I cried for her
unknowing what her eyes can see
and this morning I came to realize
that it's not up to me.
This town has lost it's light,
the strong have lost their fight,
and today I think she just might
run away from this.
Wrote this for a old friend of mine when she was moving away after high school.
Schyler Morrow May 2014
a child in need of comfort
acting out for attention
trying to maintain sanity
trying to remain a child
but she grew up too fast
words still unspoken
no doors to close
no doors to open
Schyler Morrow May 2014
She looks for a place to lay
in the end they'll stray away
Some will stay some will change
that's a lesson she will have to take
All grown up or just a kid
mistakes are one her mom could never forgive
but she studies the stars to find her way
just looking to find a place to lay
Schyler Morrow May 2014
With you there was no winning
A fight I was always defending
But you never cared, Oh you never cared
A soft joke made so much worse
The bitter end on the words you choked
The jump was hard but your fall was greater
You always seemed to care much later
So I'm letting you go, letting this go
Back to the way things were before
This summer was fun but not enough
To keep me here with you my dear.

— The End —