Smoke

January 14, 2011
By WithPenAndScript DIAMOND, Venetia, Pennsylvania
WithPenAndScript DIAMOND, Venetia, Pennsylvania
72 articles 232 photos 252 comments

Favorite Quote:
I believe that no matter who you are we all leave footprints on this Earth


Memories of laughing faces
Timeless days spent together
Little things that made me smile
That was the way I loved him
It's funny how his hand was perfect
It was perfect for mine;It was warm,
Like his presence in my life
When he was away the clouds rolled in
and I was alone
Thoughts of eternity as one
Thoughts of innocent love
One mistake that blew it up
and only left the smoke
He was the fire to my soul
He was the laugh in my step
He was everything I wanted
In my innocent world
His hand held mine that summer's night
The streets were empty of all life
I never felt so blissful, so happy to be
We never saw the car plow through
Black night was all I saw
Until the flames came roaring by
They tore through my soul, my heart
My paper world disintegrated
And only left the smoke


The author's comments:
This is a poem about loving someone so completely and wishing on forever and not getting the chance. There is a meaning, a message, behind the words.

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Vidra PLATINUM said...
on Feb. 10 2011 at 4:00 pm
Vidra PLATINUM, Midlothian, Virginia
46 articles 17 photos 89 comments

Favorite Quote:
“I write only because
There is a voice within me
That will not be still.”
-Sylvia Plath

If you could comment on any of my work on the website that would be awesome! Thanks! :)

on Feb. 7 2011 at 2:22 pm
WithPenAndScript DIAMOND, Venetia, Pennsylvania
72 articles 232 photos 252 comments

Favorite Quote:
I believe that no matter who you are we all leave footprints on this Earth

Thanks! I'll be happy to read and rat eany of yours as well!

Vidra PLATINUM said...
on Feb. 3 2011 at 4:26 pm
Vidra PLATINUM, Midlothian, Virginia
46 articles 17 photos 89 comments

Favorite Quote:
“I write only because
There is a voice within me
That will not be still.”
-Sylvia Plath

Awesome poem! :) I could picture everything really well. Fave line:

"It's funny how his hand was perfect
It was perfect for mine; It was warm..."





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