Sepia Toned Seasons
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| suburban.zombie Shoot Me, I'm A Newbie  Age: 34 Gender: Female Posts: 41  | this is my attempt at a poem. the first i've written in YEARS. i used to write one like every day. i think this is better than my other ones though...its about my four ex best friends. Sepia Toned Seasons Time takes away my memories Life carries on as memories fade away I look back and see a mess of sadness and happiness Undying hope and crushed dreams Like the undying tide yet like the leaves beneath my feet in the fall The pictures of us have taken on a sepia tone The edges have began to decay and your eyes don’t look so blue Not so bright… My poem takes the shape of our random summer evenings Extraordinary bursts of life, sporadic and nonsensical Descriptive yet vague, my feelings shadowed by my doubts Years ago I would have fallen at your feet Now I would only fall if you pushed me as hard as I fell when you walked away When you took away the little bit of creativity left, when you took away the music I haven’t felt the same since you left My songs lie on a shelf, forgotten reminders of the seasons I was with my friends Spin the bottle, spin my heart, break it in two, crush the glass You left me without a clue what to do One, two, three, four, five Sitting in the small corner of a dimly lit church We, the outcasts, too cool for the others Now two and three too cool for one, four, five… Never again a visible outcast, you are mine now though Never again would midnight feel so unique Never again fresh and new, I fear this is our final goodbye A silent glance, was that pain in your eyes? Regret for our lost friendship, a wilted flower finally broken by the final wind No matter how many metaphors I use you will never understand No matter how many tears seep gently from my eyes all five of us will never meet together again No matter where I place this poem you will never see it, not really Remember me, the music seeping from every pore Remember me, letting secrets fly from my lips only to your ears Remember me, an infatuated liar Remember me, lying on a warm concrete driveway Remember me most as the passionate poet Remember this poem A sweet surrender of feelings A whisper of life yet to live remembering close knit bonds, broken A single teardrop in the form of words Please remember my poem Most of all, remember me |
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