Highest Achievement - #7 in poetry [Oct 3, 2016]
~Nostalgia~
It's delicate, but potent.
The pain from an old wound.
A twinge in your heart..
Far more powerful than memory alone
A feeling of a place
Where we...
Ache
To
Go
Again.
-My thoughts. My word...
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I'm stuck amidst this hazy street I crave for summers and its heat
Sky is cloudy, soon I'll touch rain And bask in my enchanting pain
People are walking by my frame Unaware of that forgotten name
That shakes my entire existence For I'm devoid of its soft essence
People arrive and go all the time Oh but why my pain is in prime?
Is it so easy to forget an affection Hanging over life's every section
I wonder how the souls move on An' forget their lovers long gone
Going through our old polaroids I realise I'm living in empty voids
Oh because I still feel your touch I can't explain, I miss you much!
How can I escape your soft voice That can still drown out all noise
And I'm still drunk in the trance Of your waverin' drugged glance
I miss the feel of your curly hair Oh I swear I see you everywhere
All these cafes and sparkly lights Can't ever make me forget nights
Always filled with your presence It was a time of our flourescence
Oh no where I'm supposed to go You'll keep haunting me, I know
'Cause no one can ever out-grow The presence of his own... . . . shadow
