The Carmal colored tip that touches my lips Reminds me of the last time we kissed
The fire burning from the inside out Reminds me of the love you said would never burn out
The white paper slowly turning brown Reminds me of how quickly the pure turn around
The smoke dancing in the air Reminds me of the love that was there
The cherry getting closer, Burning my finger tips Reminds me of the truth behind your lips
The filter that i throw away Reminds me of the things we did not say
The ashes, Thats left is all i see Reminds me of the past that use to be
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
I wrote this about my high school sweetheart that ive never dated. We only kissed once in our entire lives. I asked her to travel the world with me, she said she couldn't and so i left to take on my adventure. A few years had past and i wrote her every chance that i could. I never got a reply but i continued to write. I called her one day and she mailed me a wedding invite. Come to find out her mother hid all my letter from her and she didn't know i cared so much. She told me she sent me the wedding invite in hopes that i would stop the wedding. I never showed. She is married and has a daughter now. Her mother still doesn't know she found all my letters.
Comments (4)
good poem
rob