I am a small golden earring,
Left alone, hardly thinking.
I am a page-less book;
My story someone took.
I am an empty bottle, plain and ugly.
I can't remember what I held so snugly.
I am song that time has left behind.
I plague no one's thoughts, or mind.
I am a journal buried beneath the ground
The note to seek me no one found.
I am a resolve lost long ago.
What did I stand for?
YOU ARE READING
Where We Never Look--The Forgotten Places
PoetryThis is a Poetry Book that I've been working on for almost a year. I write random poems when I'm inspired, so I hope you enjoy! #825 in Poetry November 24, 2016 #351 in Poetry November 26, 2016 (!!!!!!) #350 in Poetry November 29, 2016 #284 in Poetr...
