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A Tune Called Forever
Sparks that flew from your smile
burn me now
in the flames of alone
and at dead of night
the embrace of your darkness
lingers
Thoughts of you come calling
like those old photos
the ones I put in the shredder
as if by magic
now somehow whole again
How is it your face
is always in my crowd
just turning away
so I never quite decide
if it's really you
on the same old street
haunting the shadow
of my footsteps
Will I always feel
that's it's still not wrong
to hear your voice inside my head
drumming louder
than the crazy beat of my heart
endlessly playing out our tune
the one we once called
forever
burn me now
in the flames of alone
and at dead of night
the embrace of your darkness
lingers
Thoughts of you come calling
like those old photos
the ones I put in the shredder
as if by magic
now somehow whole again
How is it your face
is always in my crowd
just turning away
so I never quite decide
if it's really you
on the same old street
haunting the shadow
of my footsteps
Will I always feel
that's it's still not wrong
to hear your voice inside my head
drumming louder
than the crazy beat of my heart
endlessly playing out our tune
the one we once called
forever
Published 16th Dec 2009
| Edited 16th Jul 2012
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16th Dec 2009 7:20am
God how I love love poems!
Lost passion oozing from every damn pore.
Not only can get away with wretched excess,
it's pretty much required. Yeah!!!!
This one's got it all!
Especially love:
"Thoughts of you
come calling
like old photos
the ones I put in the shredder
now somehow whole again"
Lost passion oozing from every damn pore.
Not only can get away with wretched excess,
it's pretty much required. Yeah!!!!
This one's got it all!
Especially love:
"Thoughts of you
come calling
like old photos
the ones I put in the shredder
now somehow whole again"
16th Dec 2009 7:33am
Appreciate your feedback Ray - and you're right there I go bawling my heart out again!
Anonymous
16th Dec 2009 1:41pm
and dainty, i love it absolutely,go ahead and find her A, or better read this one to her:-)
16th Dec 2009 1:46pm
She's dead Priya (don't worry - that's not in a literal sense) Thanks for your kind words.
Anonymous
16th Dec 2009 1:50pm
Oh I m sorry A.I was too daft to see your words properly.
16th Dec 2009 1:54pm
18th Dec 2009 2:37pm
I love this piece. I don't feel anything I say will do it justice - It's so heartbreaking and powerful & makes me want to cry. Lost love is the worst kind after all.
18th Dec 2009 2:42pm
Thanks Arryn - this is a bit softer than 'Broken Heart Overdose' but you're right about love - perhaps we should ban it then we wouldn't have to cry so much!
18th Dec 2009 2:49pm
