banana
Smelling evergreen
and eating my past
I made it alright.
After a while
it was only line I drew
that mattered.
And I think...
it’s strange
but important
that the idea of your absence centers me
Because in a few years, I won’t remember your smell or your voice
Because I know it’s for the best
Because I think you were never mine to begin with
Because of all the things that we had
it’s what we didn’t have that made all the difference.
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| banana | 0 | 01/17/2010 |
| . | 0 | 01/17/2010 |
| Insomnia | 1 | 01/17/2010 |
| ♥ | 1 | 01/17/2010 |
| ***** | 0 | 01/17/2010 |
| whisper | 2 | 01/17/2010 |
| fire place | 0 | 01/17/2010 |
| .punctuation. | 1 | 01/17/2010 |
| call you Mine | 0 | 01/17/2010 |
| here. there. everywhere. | 0 | 01/17/2010 |
| Bee Me | 0 | 01/17/2010 |
| Death Match | 0 | 01/17/2010 |
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