i remember her hands on my shoulders before we hugged. i remember sitting on the tarmac beneath the old tree. i remember her smile and laugh and the way she flipped her hair.
i loved her appearance. i loved her personality. i loved her love for nature.
i miss her soft eyes and ethereal body. i miss her long flowing hair. i miss her sense of humour.
i remember her, but those memories are fading. i love her, and that is never changing. i miss her, and wish she were reading this.
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dedicated to marsha, my love.
this was written while i listened to 'pioneers' by the lighthouse and the whaler. it was an inspiration for this poem.
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poetry from a phantom.
Poesíaa book of poems written from the perspective of oliver. he and his host are british so there's some british spellings and words thrown in. this book will be written as if he is writing it. that means the authors notes are from his perspective too...
