Beautiful water
I wash my face with,
And a teaflower smell
I wear...
Drinking sunshine for breakfast,
Smiling for no reason.
The heartbeat of our favorite songs,
Those lovely phone conversations...
New, strong
Symbols of happiness,
That have become
So easy to recognize
On crowded, friendly streets
As well
As in the neatly folded souls.
Late evening sadness
Of my lips,
A little irritated skin,
Tired of clothes...
Even the cherries
I dreamed of last night
All these,
And more...
It used to be you,
But now its gone.

Poetry by Forest
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Written on 2007-03-17 at 18:57

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the poem has the freshness of new love all the way through to it's sadly lamenting end. Was it love or obsession? That is the question of these modern times. Sometimes long distance love can be alarming even when it it fresh though. That much happiness is always balanced by sadness to match it's intensity imo. A beautiful read, thanks for sharing it, Tai