- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Waves
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A wave of nostalgia --
sweet, yet awfully painful --
washes over me
sitting here listening
to the man in the lime green suit
sing "One Song".
I find myself there,
back in my youth,
the dreams I had still new,
the hopes untried,
the heart unbroken.
A new wave - tears now --
follows hard behind.
I weep now, and wonder
when can I dream once more?
When can I hope again?
When will I heal my heart?
- COMMENTS
Ashesh9over 11 years agoPlay it for old times' sake .[ with apologies to Casablanca ]
demure101over 11 years agoto bring back the past - not always a blissful experience; but usually bittersweet...
tazz317over 11 years agothe beast within needs sustenance, TK U MLJ LV NV
