Memories are choices, yes?
'Cos I can't seem to shake the sound he made upon my chest
Yet, promises, vows or that important test
No, I can't contain that, I guess.
But, damn, the smell of oil against his collar
Or the way he breathes me in
The look in his eye when he watches me... Oh yes, they play like a movie for me
Sold out and on repeat, no doubt.
Please understand, with him I can focus on every small detail
I could paint you the perfect picture!
He's not like anyone I've ever met before
Think of the greatest person who makes you feel complete
And then imagine... He's not yours to keep.
You see, those memories are my only proof of a year spent, best forgotten
But my mind and treacherous heart play our love on a continuous deceitful loop
So much so, he's become my Holy Grail or indeed, my Fountain of Youth.
I must admit, I don't fight this or try to redirect
Yes, I have chosen his sequels over what's best
Like living my life with integrity, honour and virtue..
So please, leave me to rest
I must tender these memories
I must not forget!
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Clara Ipsum (Pseudonym) (
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Blissful. So often we read on MPS of love which didn't last recounted in bitter and negative words. Whereas you (and me) rejoice the joy love brought to us for a time. A sad loss followed but oh my, what times we had.... we should rejoice our memories of the most joyous times.
I loved reading your love poem. Refreshing and joyous... two of the virtues of love itself.
Well said my friend! Love brings treasured moments and those should never be forgotten when it ends. Rather to have loved and lost, than to have not loved at all as they say. Thanks for reading and stopping by! Pleased you enjoyed it.
Blissful. So often we read on MPS of love which didn't last recounted in bitter and negative words. Whereas you (and me) rejoice the joy love brought to us for a time. A sad loss followed but oh my, what times we had.... we should rejoice our memories of the most joyous times.
I loved reading your love poem. Refreshing and joyous... two of the virtues of love itself.
Soooooooooooo been there done that, secretly living it in my memories too. However, I found the reality of what I had became a fanciful fantasy in the end. But this poem, totally brings it all back. Brilliant!
Hi, thank you so much! Pleased you enjoyed it.
So well written Clara, yes we must savior the past even if it hurts sometimes.
Most definitely. Rather to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all. At least that's what they say!
Those passed loves were our loves at that time and for that reason they are always special as your words portray so well.
Andy
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