En garde
I hate the happy memories
Since we are now apart;
And passing through the places where
I used to have my heart.
To know I’ll never find you though
You somehow still exist,
And everywhere that’s beautiful
Is somewhere we have kissed.
I can’t pick up the pieces so
I leave them on the floor,
And never can go barefoot- you
Don’t love me anymore.
The time’s long past to let it go,
I’m told to cut the cord-
But stand here in my humble pose
Admiring the sword.
John H. Bidwell
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Beautifuuuuul...love it!
hugs,
Vesna :)))
Regis
GOD BLESS
Tony
Sad, haunting but beautiful. This is definitely one of your best.
Blessings+
~Linda
I leave them on the floor
So very sad, and I know the feeling well.
I leave them on the floor,And never can go barefoot," and "I hate the happy memories Since we are now apart."