Ode to my could have been
By V.C.Willow
Wed, 18 May 2011
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5 comments
Shutting my eyes
I smell your perfume
Still floating in the air.
In the kitchen
Lays the glass
your lipstick marks where
you Breathed.
And all that was
Has gone.
Decayed but not forgotten
In the mind of
Your forever
Could have been
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Such a sad little poem, but
Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Such a sad little poem, but well put together.
Jenny.
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Well I enjoyed it too, V.C.
Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Well I enjoyed it too, V.C. Much enjoyed, even though it is a touch on the sad side.
Tina
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Hi V.C. you know I think it
Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi V.C. you know I think it would make a great
story. It doesn't matter about sounding like a
Womens Weekly story, the main thing is, it came from
you're imagination, that's all that matters.
I would have a go, write the story, see what response
you get. But then that's just my opinion.
Take care,
Jenny.
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