I forgot the way you were
The words that defined you
The anticipation in your chapters
The feeling behind the characters
I forgot the way you were
The sacrifices that leaves you bare
The sorrow that comes with the choices
The decisions that lead to your pain
I forgot the way you were
My dear old fantastic friend
Now I remember you well
I read you twice, and I won’t forget
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Author:
OnionAlone (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: For the fantastic books I obsess over and cherish, you'll always have a place in my walled heart.
- Category: Fantasy
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Comments4
Italics is always appealing
Every single time
A lovely homage to the beauty and value of words, Really like this
Thank you
You are very welcome
Books are old friends. A lovely write and tribute to them. I love the way you use the word forgot and how in returning to it again and again you emphasize that you have not.
You see right through it
A tribute to the wonderful world of books. No need to feel lonely when you have a book to curl up with. Much enjoyed lines. Thank you.
I’m happy to write about books anytime. After all, they’re the perfect escape🌝
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