Smoke

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





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Vidra This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 3, 2011 at 4:26 pm

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..."

 
WithPenAndScript replied...
Feb. 7, 2011 at 2:22 pm
Thanks! I'll be happy to read and rat eany of yours as well!
 
Vidra This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Feb. 10, 2011 at 4:00 pm
If you could comment on any of my work on the website that would be awesome! Thanks! :)
 
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