My tears taste of memories,
slipping from my eyes,
replaying on my cheeks,
leaving a trail of our past on my lips,
tasting of the bitter-sweet moments of us,
and finally,
silently,
crashing to the floor just like we did.
My tears taste of memories,
slipping from my eyes,
replaying on my cheeks,
leaving a trail of our past on my lips,
tasting of the bitter-sweet moments of us,
and finally,
silently,
crashing to the floor just like we did.
Nostalgia- poetry or prose, write what makes you feel Nostalgia, and describe what that feeling is to you. Whether its an old childhood toy, a scrap book picture, or a million other things that bring you Nostalgia.
We are such a cliché,
boy meets girl,
fall hard and fast.
Our heads are a mess,
would you wait for me?
Obviously.
Too young to think anything through,
I remember that warm summer night,
we argued about who could jump farther off the swings,
we were only 14.
It down poured,
they didn't set the fireworks off,
you didn't care,
neither did I.
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