I'd been sitting on a bench one quiet day
A distant stranger looked at me,
it sparked my curiosity.
We locked eyes, to my surprise
you seemed as if you had something to say.
My imagination's huge and wild,
I looked back at you and smiled.
Forever shy, you turned your eyes away,
But I kept the memory of the softness of your stare.
Soon we'd spend the afternoons in warm and silent bliss;
I leaned on your shoulder
the world was getting older,
We changed with it as well
and later I would start to miss
The time before you were gone,
when we had stars to wish upon,
And now the memories are forever in my care.
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Floating To Oblivion
Poetry"A little song in my heart?" Not really. What Jo has is closer to a symphony, with a variety of instruments pouring out their sounds in unity while fighting for dominance. The melodies parade around her head, and then gently float up to the sky like...
