Now lying on the broken bench
I remember when I had it all
A heart to love, a soul to hold
A hand to catch me in my fall
A crowd of people gazing me
When I stepped into the hall
My lacy gown ruffling the floor
As you swayed me at the ball
The lovely smile on your lips
While I peeked around the wall
Rosy flowers and graceful steps
Our laughter ringing the rainfall
But does it always end like this?
I'm left alone with my painful call..
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Nostalgia | ✔
PoetryHighest Achievement - #7 in poetry [Oct 3, 2016] ~Nostalgia~ It's delicate, but potent. The pain from an old wound. A twinge in your heart.. Far more powerful than memory alone A feeling of a place Where we... Ache To Go Again. -My thoughts. My word...
