Smells of sweet ecstasy,
Flying in the air,
Dreams of all the festivity,
Fingers running through my hair,
It seems to remind me of a time that used to be,
A smile that has promised,
A laugh that always sings to me,
A powerful incarnation
of a love with no expectations,
And I think of her in need of restorations,
Day by day, yet it seems year by year,
A memory stirs,
A memory of a time to be achieved,
A heart I have seen,
A vision to be believed,
When the bells call me at the aisle,
I will be there so my love can be received,
After I've seen what I've seen,
Done what I've done,
I still can't help but dream the dream,
There is a person who needs to know how much they mean to me,
For now I still feel sorrow,
But I still hold onto those fond memories,
We are each others' destiny,
And there's her hand I'll need to borrow,
All in the day after tomorrow,
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Author:
Raskolnikov (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
A beautiful poem. Definitely didn't expect it from a 15 year old. 🙂 Awesome!
Thank you!
Wow, this is lovely. Wise beyond your years for sure. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for reading, am glad to see people actually read these
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