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Grey Amber
The moment I'm around them I hold my breath
Just trying to make the moment last
But no matter how hard I try it always goes too fast
I want to pull them down to my level make them see
The hectic affect they simply have always had on me
Hoping to catch them and put them in amber
Trying to keep that fire burning forever
Just trying to make the moment last
But no matter how hard I try it always goes too fast
I want to pull them down to my level make them see
The hectic affect they simply have always had on me
Hoping to catch them and put them in amber
Trying to keep that fire burning forever
Published 30th Mar 2023
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2nd Apr 2023 00:45am
Great write…beginning with the title and through the end of the piece. I wish I could write something like this someday! Thanks for sharing it BBG
2nd Apr 2023 6:16am
Oh, it's been a long time since someone called me BBG. Thank you for the memories of those days! Poetry is a journey. Just gotta travel the path. Corny as that sounds.
2nd Apr 2023 6:16am
Oh, it's been a long time since someone called me BBG. Thank you for the memories of those days! Poetry is a journey. Just gotta travel the path. Corny as that sounds.
2nd Apr 2023 00:51am
Blue, you keep delivering these wonderful spills, they’re unique and evocative you share them so openly as part of the human experience
2nd Apr 2023 6:31am
This is a poem made up of lines from other poems written for someone I grew up loving. As my thousand encroaches I've been reading a lot of my old work. Some of my best featured them as my muse. I sat down I wrote out the lines that made me remember all that I felt through out our story. What a journey to start at the beginning of something and see how it changed. It's been great to see the growth. I was really bad when I first started. God, the teenage angst. Thank you for reading.
2nd Apr 2023 6:31am
This is a poem made up of lines from other poems written for someone I grew up loving. As my thousand encroaches I've been reading a lot of my old work. Some of my best featured them as my muse. I sat down I wrote out the lines that made me remember all that I felt through out our story. What a journey to start at the beginning of something and see how it changed. It's been great to see the growth. I was really bad when I first started. God, the teenage angst. Thank you for reading.
