Of all the summer nights I’ve known
When I pressed my lips upon your own
I would never venture to tell you this-
Dear lady, I fear, it’s not me you kiss.
- Author: Jerry Reynolds ( Offline)
- Published: February 25th, 2021 09:07
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments9
A nice write Jerry.
Thanks, Orchi.
Good one.
Thanks, Trenz.
Love it!
Thanks, Fred.
Uncertainty and ambivalence, eh Jerry? Brought to the surface an old memory I thought buried.
Should still say thanks, I suppose....'Good write'
Thanks, Dave. Sorry for the dredge.
Reminds me of a song called "Bad is Bad." Where in the song, a love note is found on the table with a strange pair of shoes underneath the bed. Because Sometimes Bad is Bad. That I listen to when I want to reminisce about an ex I once was with. Good Write there Jerry bad memory though. Don
Thanks, Don.
Love this
Thanks, Olivia.
You made me chuckle. Such negative thoughts entering the mind at such a time as your lips meet. There must be be deep rooted reason.
Thanks, Dusk.
Very good words Jerry with a sadness in them.
Andy
Thanks, Andy.
timing is crazy, I just finished writing something on a similar topic, needless to say no way near as refined as your write today, still makes me think how interconnected we are - in some aspects of our lives,
this is a hauntingly relatable and somewhat mystical read,
thanks for sharing this gem Jerry
Thanks, L.B. I noticed that as well - sometimes - though miles apart what we share on a given day is derivative of each other. A puzzle to contemplate. Why do we select the same thesis on the same day?
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