years later long after you died I dreamed of you in the dream you were sixteen and altogether beautiful death had yet to touch your brow your life force shone out strong and proud and I woke up wondering if I was only dreaming or was it really you .
I try to write only about my own experiences - things that are real to me. I have no time for angels, faeries and 'love' as an abstract - give me flesh and blood any day
Lovely!
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ReplyDeleteThank you Heather
Deletewow John.... lovely lost romance..
ReplyDeleteMy best friend - he died of an overdose 20 years ago.
Deleteohhh how sad that....
DeleteI'm grateful to have known him.
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oh so that was him.... you have portrayed him quite real in there... lost moments that still brings us a joy mixed with sadness.
DeleteOh how very sad! I believe all poems contain truths,dreams, philosophical thoughts , suffering, joys ...nothing is really false...
ReplyDeleteI try to write only about my own experiences - things that are real to me. I have no time for angels, faeries and 'love' as an abstract - give me flesh and blood any day
DeleteBeautiful and yet sad
ReplyDeleteThank you Joeleyne
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