Highest 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...
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i picture you in your inner glow, all luminescent in the arms of snow
are you cold under the ground? can you hear the echo of my sound?
i've been here can't tell for how long but it's not easy to leave where i belong
baby, i'm here 'n' i refuse to let you go so if i close my eyes will i hear you tiptoe?
tiptoe back here right into my soft arms for i fear the snow as i know, it never warms
Author's Note
Listening to 'Snow' by Jome. Initially, I named this poem 'Tiptoe' but then I changed it to 'Snow' because this sad song deserves the credit for inspiring me. =)
This poem is about death. That's all, I guess. :')
