But I didn't understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair. -Haruki Murakami



Time Travel

Time flies by,
Seasons, a little more slowly
People change
Me, a little too slowly
Memories fade,
Like the shrivelled rose inside your favourite book.
The only thing that doesn't die
doesn't leave
is how you made me feel
.
.
.
I hope I made you feel good
because feelings
they're delicate like forget-me-nots
and unageing like time...




Poetry by karmic justice
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Written on 2012-01-15 at 08:51

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Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
Your ability to understand and then express emotion is what makes this poem work - I love it.

Some say that writing is a gift... it can't be learnt. I disagree because I taught myself how to turn my feelings into stories and I did this through the simple act of self-confidence. Perhaps it is just this that you too need to carry yourself towards the joys and sadnessess that come from being the beautiful writer that I think you are.

Regardless, thanks for sharing with us.
2012-01-15