STORYMASTER

WHEREVER YOU ARE

Yesterday, I stumbled across the final poem he wrote to me

I was torn between anger, desire, memories of old, anxiety

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The travels we went on together were always mystical, terrorizing

Mushroom clouds forming, freezing me, warming me, mesmerizing

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I understood your little speech about behavior, how I should attend

But, lover, you realize potential and you and I can never be just friends

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There is much, much water under the bridge and we can't back paddle

Oh! There's another fantasy you and I can live if one of us will ever tattle!

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I think we've done it all, insofar as our lives can reach out in fantasy

If you ever have an itch you can't scratch, you know you can always call me

Reviews

[Buddhistboy73]

Storymaster.....

This reads like a love letter.....to a forbidden lover.
It is full of sensuous emotions and potential unity...it teases the reader with its message..will they, won't they,,?

Then the final two lines.....:)

Nice work Eternity....

BB