I keep having flashbacks
Of you
Of them
Of me
Of friends
I keep going back
With the crickets
The breeze
The air
The people
I keep seeing places
The smell
The leaves
The cool
Fall breeze
They hang on my mind
The fire
The voices
The stars
The forest
I keep reliving moments
The cold
The mountain
The singing
The laughing
They wont let me go
The hill
The wind
The stars
The winter
I keep going back
The crying
Long nights
The music
The lonely
But then there was you
Your calm
Your voice
Your words
Your smile
I didn't expect
The gray
My fault
The break
The end
Now here I am
I watch
I wait
I listen
I dread
Wonder when it will end
The regret
Of these nights
The anger
The pointlessness inside the heart all the time
But then
I remember....
.....And it starts again
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Unsent Letters
PoetryUnsent Letters. We all have them. They're that one thing that we keep from the world, That one side of us that we never let anyone see, Those few words that we wish we could say These are a collection of poems, written to be letters Just a few more...
