Just when you think you're over it... they play your song. We all associate sounds, smells, that trigger our memories.


Familiar Tunes



Familiar notes bring you back to me
Old memories tinged with sadness
The bittersweet rise from deep in my chest
To the empty hole left by betrayal
Leaving a hungry child in my belly
Screaming for what could have been
Knowing the beauty of love
And having it ripped away
Can be the cruelest thing to bear
But still I sit and listen
To those songs that hurt
Because they are not yours or mine
But written by someone
Who felt the very same pain
And felt the need to share it with the world
As I am this very minute
So I will turn the stereo up to eleven
And play "Wish You Were Here"
To my broken heart
And try
To wish it back to me
While the tears I can no longer feel
Roll down my cheeks
I promise myself this is the last time
I will cry for you
Until the next time
I turn on the radio



Poetry by Purple Phoenix
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Written on 2009-03-06 at 05:19

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