Title: Isis. Author: littlewordsmith
Many people have asked why I feel so empty and I found myself arguing about how that wasn't true yet here I am, reminiscing painted blue skies Nostalgic, for back then For us, For you. When mornings began with casual long walks plaid skirts black coffee the daylight's warmth. Arm in arm, against all odds, We've laughed We've sung We were wild, we were young. I'll remain yearning for those Bambi brown eyes, long chestnut hair, darling little dents of delight. Distant yet close for I think of you always Wishing for time to fly to when I could hold you in my arms, again. Comments on "Isis."
Posted by littlewordsmith on December 12, 2013
Thank you so much! I truly appreciate your kind words. Posted by eric88 on December 11, 2013 really love the imagery in this, well written. |
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