A Rememberance
Beautiful words Drip across a page Worn and yellow with age While a piano plays on Of songs long forgotten Emotions only whispered Ink never lasts forever So what's the point Of filling a room with poems? Stashed between dried roses From a first Valentine's But whose was it? Who were the lovers That kissed And touched And loved Like there was no one else In the world, but them And now there's only words To remember them by The ink fades As the paper cracks And now who's to remember? When the sad piano Comes to the last dance And continues to play on Dancing fingers More beautiful in their playing Than a rose could ever be The notes reflecting the love That couple shared A love That will never be forgotten Written March 22nd, 2002 © on Mar 22 2002 02:25 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Beautiful words..."