anamnesis

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I can't say
that I don't miss you
when the cold comes around.
I can't say
I don't remember
how warm it was in your arms.
I can't say
I don't keep falling
back into the flames
of the fire in your eyes
every time you said my name.
I can't say
I didn't love you
though I never told you so.
I can't say
I didn't kiss you
underneath the falling snow.
Yeah when the cold comes around
all I remember is your warmth;
until I remember how you left me
hanging there, without a chance.





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(=amanda=) said...
Apr. 4, 2009 at 2:55 pm
i really like this poem, good rhythm and i love the repetition.

please look at some of my work =)

TeenInk.com/raw/Poetry/article/93986/Tired-of-Caring/
 
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