As the store of old-school verses dissipate, there's only one way left to participate.
Soon to keep up the good fight, we'll have to turn to pen and paper, and remember how to write!
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's last entry here: Fighting for Me
's last entry here: Fighting for MeAnd my response below...
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Knowing
I've known you before
In a million little things
Of a thousand different people,
And yet the memories of them
Have fled now - vanished
In the new light you bring.
So familiar to me,
All your little ways
A smile, a smell, a taste.
Though your kiss was new -
Different, sweet, tender,
Perfect.
But I know not yet
So soon in seeing
To what end all this beauty will go.
Is this just another lesson to learn,
Another heartache to grow from?
How close to my soul can another come
Before the leaving would be unbearable?
Will you be the one who stays
To forever keep the memories your own?
What's a poem-off, you ask? Just a little thang that started a little bit ago. I read a poem that posted, from his old-school writing days. It reminded me of all of my old-school poems, so I challenged him to see if we could go turn-for-turn and repost long lost words from the vaults of time. No rules apply, and new stuff might just make the mix. Check it out, y'all. Follow the links down the rabbit hole...
posted, from his old-school writing days. It reminded me of all of my old-school poems, so I challenged him to see if we could go turn-for-turn and repost long lost words from the vaults of time. No rules apply, and new stuff might just make the mix. Check it out, y'all. Follow the links down the rabbit hole...Thanks for visiting
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