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She Writes Herself All Around Me (to the memory of a beautiful scribe)
she writes all around me
“.....Summer Days and
moonlit nights
Through the waves
and hold me tight
Turn around and summer's almost gone.........”
all around us
memories of a life
in our “beautiful now”
all but gone
Was it truly that easy to simply move on, my love?
gentle showers begin to fall
“.....but all the memories
don't really mean a thing
Too many sad ones
and the good ones
were few and far between ?”
warm gulf breezes, and Summer rains against sable gray skies.....
whatever happened to the beautiful love
shared between you and I?
The aging sun begins to fade into the night
like the surrealistic memories of the summer love
we made........
........she writes herself
all around me
(…...did I ever exist at all?)
My hands remember the feel
of your skin
your soft sensuality
"though I never laid a hand on you"
giving to you
my love
my life
my time....
.....a fairy tale. Do dreams ever come true?
you tattooed yourself
upon my heart.....forever
singing the words, “You are my friend....”
now gone away like the fleeting days of summer
fading like the colors of her bold, brilliant ink
upon paper wet with my tears,
“holding back the years....”
…...and she simply writes herself all around me
[font=Times New Roman]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q8tFyA73Z3k "Summer Days" by Angie Bofill
Published 28th May 2016
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28th May 2016 3:23pm
Thank you.......almost wish I "didn't" 😊 Nonetheless, I hope it makes a good read. #memoriesofsummerdays
29th May 2016 4:11am
29th May 2016 11:25pm
"almost wish I "didn't" " < -- but you did. ;)" <-----and *you* liked it 😉
29th May 2016 4:00am
Beautiful memories of that special someone are wonderful to reflect on, with the warm gulf breezes and Summer rains curling your lips into a smile. Bad memories are hard to forget when that special someone doesn’t seem so special anymore….tis’ makes the skin tough enough to withstand the fleeting days of summer fading. Me, personally?! I love my memories, the good and bad ones. #growth
29th May 2016 11:22pm
.....that which sounds bad in the moment can be misconstrued as forgettable. Other times, it can simply be regret and a desire to change what has been. To find what has been lost. For me, many of these memories are just to beautiful to ever loose. "Til death do us part kind-of-dreams" Beautiful visions that mean so much
Growth.....it manifest itself in a myriad of ways. 😊 Yes , she writes herself all around me.......and I love her nonetheless.
Thank you for reading, saving and commenting. #muchluvnrespect
Growth.....it manifest itself in a myriad of ways. 😊 Yes , she writes herself all around me.......and I love her nonetheless.
Thank you for reading, saving and commenting. #muchluvnrespect
29th May 2016 11:40pm
She Writes Herself All Around Me - such a hauntingly instant image producing line that keeps one almost hypnotised to your words..well done..curtsy bow
30th May 2016 3:49am
