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Nostalgia
Forced sympathy is only half of the
distaste in my mouth.
The remaining taste,
which the aroma of decay hides well,
is solely his kisses.
Gone now from my mind,
the memory of his love.
Forced sympathy is only half of the
distaste in my mouth.
The remaining taste,
which the aroma of decay hides well,
is solely his kisses.
Gone now from my mind,
the memory of his love.
I tried to write something on this subject, but the it didn't turn out nearly as good. You found the words that I couldn't. Great poem. :)
much love,
Renee
Short and sweet. Your word choice creates such a vibrant image in my mind. It is great.