My heart beats, clasped in your tightly woven hands,
I find no release from those long-remembered, peaceful sands.
Instead, waking, and unconscious dreamings fill
with visions of you, your laugh, your eyes—even still.
Other beaus present, yet, to my growing discontent,
none compare, nor feel, and few;
nights spent with them, my thoughts dash to you—
and so, loneliness compels,
a heart with sorrow brimmed;
if you've changed, if you asked, I'd be back.
With this my love I send.
Signed,
An Everlasting Friend
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Author:
benevolentbluebabe (
Offline) - Published: July 17th, 2020 11:27
- Comment from author about the poem: It's so difficult to find a person who truly understands you. And when you do, it's impossible to let them go.
- Category: Letter
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Comments1
Hope you let them read this
Unfortunately, I don't think they ever will. It's come a bit too late
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