Forgetting the past with every mile.....
but in the dying fiery hues of sunset, will they remember me?
I find it best to learn one's lessons but not dwell in the past any longer than necessary in order to keep moving onwards!
Who am I anger on? I feel to disappear like my name. My brain is killing me...
Memories are frail things that can be torn from a mind like a page from a book. They require gentle care. Easily damaged, memories can disappear...
She lives the lived
memories again, in her existence secretly..
A poem about grandmothers, memories, and losing them.
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Sage has a strong scent. Why do I need sage? In moments of clarity, I recall. I pick silvery leaves from the pot on the sill and forget.
‘Forget me not — o’ those eyes of thine, beg I, forget me not.’
A villanelle composed for @janed ‘s “Contest!!” on the prompt “Forgetting/ Losing Yourself”
you don't own my summers anymore, but that doesn't mean i don't want you to.
You were all I thought about, we grew this connection we both were unsure of. But without exchanging words, we both knew. And now you're gone, without a word and I'm left in a world of emptiness.
but in the dying fiery hues of sunset, will they remember me?
I find it best to learn one's lessons but not dwell in the past any longer than necessary in order to keep moving onwards!
Who am I anger on? I feel to disappear like my name. My brain is killing me...
Memories are frail things that can be torn from a mind like a page from a book. They require gentle care. Easily damaged, memories can disappear...
She lives the lived
memories again, in her existence secretly..
A poem about grandmothers, memories, and losing them.
this one really means a lot. and remember i love feedback!
Sage has a strong scent. Why do I need sage? In moments of clarity, I recall. I pick silvery leaves from the pot on the sill and forget.
‘Forget me not — o’ those eyes of thine, beg I, forget me not.’
A villanelle composed for @janed ‘s “Contest!!” on the prompt “Forgetting/ Losing Yourself”
you don't own my summers anymore, but that doesn't mean i don't want you to.
You were all I thought about, we grew this connection we both were unsure of. But without exchanging words, we both knew. And now you're gone, without a word and I'm left in a world of emptiness.