If I met him today
what would I see?
Think?
Feel?
Would his arms be the
big, strong ones that
I remember?
Would his eyes be happy?
His voice
soothing?
Or would his frame be small and frail?
Still shaking from the
lack of what has forbid hime to love me.
I see it in my mind.
Staring into the dark
pools of hatred as
he speaks with a sound
that was once so
beautiful, but is now
wrecked from the very thing
that causes my nightmares,
Would I be reminded of
the happy memories?
Would "my love"
fall from his lips once
again?
Or would those times
from when I was a girl
(as well as my
favorite nickname)
be lost in the wind?
I can only hope that I haven't been
forgotten,
but even if that is
the case,he will always have
a special place
in my heart.
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Idiosyncrasy
PoetryJust the feelings of a girl who doesn't know what shes feeling at all.
