Tracing the contours of faded lines
From a memory left in shadow
Filling thoughts with memories
Chasing the image left behind
From a heart that's left alone
Filled with hopes so bittersweet
Handprints on the window
Leaving trace evidence behind
Handprints on a pained soul
Left to fend as days go by
The subtlest reminder
Of what's been lost to time
Hold hope somehow tomorrow
Can make this yesterday rewind
Handprints on the window
Leaving trace evidence behind
Handprints on a pained soul
Left to fend as days go by
She left her handprint on my window
As she said her last goodbye
She left a shadow on my cold soul
As she was leaving me behind
Handprints on the window
Leaving traces of her behind
Handprints stained on the soul
Leaving memories in the mind
brhino
this is beautiful ROC
I especially love the part near the end "the sublest reminder..."
there's a typo in there somewhere,
I gave you a hint (^.-)
"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo
That's just
My new word for broken-behind-alone, or maybe it was just a bad rhino... :p (I keed I keed)
Handprints and ink, oh the memories
See, look, your epicness assigned me a word of the day, in your absence...lol
I'm glad you liked your vicarious creation
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr
it's those haunting traces encroaching in spaces
that leave us to have to face
handprints all over our personal place
in recesses, deep in our mind
some pleasant ,some so very unkind
those handprints to haunt us in soul
just don't seem to want to ever let go.
handprints, handprints handprints
left on bleeding,but scarred souls.
leaving haunting traces in personal spaces
handprints handprints handprints
nice ROC:)
made me smile some.
Koko~
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
Words
Nice
Handprints impressed upon the recesses of our minds.
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr
Is
this one about abuse?
how dafauq did I end up here?
lmfao
"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo
Nice.
Nice...really nice, my friend.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thank you
It's nice to see you on here again. I've been gone awhile too, leaving only tattered remnants here and there, until I found a small semblance of balance
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr
Handprinted Soul
That is one imprinted memory. Sad for the leaving, well said in the remembering - A -
Indelibly inked
And faded simply to trace. Though, a soul never loses its scars.
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr
Just Re-read.
A very powerful write. ~allets~