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I lost track I remember the summer nights spent together. The two of us talked well into twilight and beyond. Stars twinkling and then burning out to the morning sun. Neither of us dared even think of what would happen if the other moved away. Does the loss of a body mean the loss of a soul too?I lost track by ~imogenie
No one took the time to think. Thus no one was prepared.
Our separation was a shock to me. Like getting your right arm amputated without anesthesia. Long after you were gone I felt the phantom pains and I missed you...my very own friend, a part of my soul.
We talk still although it is less and less. You move so far away from me, sometimes I shut my eyes beca
Sta.sh
nice first poem...or letter
reminded me ...my very close "friend"
i wish u ll enjoy here
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It's A Question Of lust
In fact most things I write are like letters. The things I write are blow by blow accounts about me, observations, or other people.
Sometimes I find myself writing letters to God, letters to old friends I never send. Letters to no one in particular. I think it's a very personal style of writing. But that's just me.
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I'll make you fun-sized
continue in this way...
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It's A Question Of lust