Letters once scribed
By your hand, they won’t fade,
But my tears obscure the page.
In my sorrow and solitude,
As the day draws to a close,
Your vision haunts my mind.
I see your eyes, like pools of starlight,
Your smile, a radiant bloom.
Your touch, a gentle symphony,
Your voice, a soothing balm.
Oh, how I long to feel your embrace,
To hear your laughter in the air.
But for now, I cherish these inked memories,
A testament to our love, so rare.
Tag: reminiscence
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Letters Once Inked
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Familiar Feeling
This wistful longing, deep and true,
Though known to you, it feels anew.
A poignant tugging on your heart,
A distant echo, yet a piercing art.
You call it by a different name,
But its essence remains the same.
A yearning for what once was lost,
A love that lingers, at any cost.
Is it nostalgia, bittersweet and tender,
Or longing, a flame that burns forever?
Perhaps it’s both, a bittersweet refrain,
A testament to love, despite the pain.
Whatever its name, this feeling so real,
Is a reminder of love’s enduring zeal.alliteration, Bittersweet, enduring, essence, familiar feeling, longing, loss, love, memory, nostalgia, pain, poem, poems, Poetry, poignant, reflection, refrain, reminiscence, wistful, Zeal
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Memory is a weird thing
Memory is a weird thing
Memories, oh memories,
How they come and go.
Sometimes they linger,
Other times they flow.The good ones we cherish,
The bad ones we dread.
But without memories,
We’d be lost instead.
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