Shaped

A poem for a girl from a long time ago

You had the prettiest eyes and
curves and edges that took
the corners off mine so
soft and pale
skipping school, holes in stockings
and when I got to
hold your hand I hoped you
 couldn’t hear my
heart beating so fast it
pounded in my ears

wondering if I could die from
happiness wrapped up
in your smile. Pure
the sun was always shining in those
days on us, that park the
grass so gentle
cushioned with your hair
beneath my head
those songs hooked between
our headphones spanning
 years
 I watched you from the
corner of my eye and wondered
what it would be
like to kiss your honey lips

marvelled at how time
could stop, a lone
voice could make
my bad things fade away (months
later all it took was your perfume on the pillow)

sweetness, light

I hope you haven’t changed 

Reviews

[dieuxsansculte]

I remember how she made it seem that time had stopped when she was there with me, and how it seem that time seem to drag on forever when she had left.

That particular part of your write really resonated with me. She and I never had an Ipod to share (they hadn't been invented yet, nor a Walkman nor any other portable music but her guitar) and I never smelled her perfume on my pillow (I'd have probably died and gone to heaven right then and there) but the space we shared (a small lake near her house) never fails when I see it to remind me of her and the idyllic days we spent together there.

A very nice and very touching write.

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beautiful words
for beautiful memories
and a lingering wish

[Searching 4 Serenity]

This was thoughtful

[Letemdangle]

Great flow