crazy where my eyes may lead
home where my heart beats
hungry for something to view
new
reliving scenes past due
forgetting where now is located
at least trying
letting the emotions pass, never too close
but always haunting
always hanging
on
just like the picture of you in my heart
2 comments:
Trev, that is so sweet of you. This is the first poem I have written since my Grandpa died. It was one of those as the words flowed out, not too much thought, just went with the flow. After I posted it, I thought I hope it doesn't suck.
Jess
Ok i am clearly just skipping around here, but this is really nice. when i read it i thought you just posted a favorite poem of yours then i realized you wrote it, very nice.
POST MORE!!!
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