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Author: scardnscared
ASL Info:    25/ DFW
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Class/Type: Poetry /Serious
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i take my clothes off
and i turn out the light
i say my prayers
and start to say goodnight
but like always the memories assault me
they remind me of all that ive forgotten
like the way your lips tasted after the summer rain
or how your hands felt on my face
with the memories, feelings always follow
the love that i thought was true
swallows me up, fills me up
breaks me in two
love is always associated by pain
so its no accident that all of that was in vain
you used me and dried me out
and to think you used to say you knew what it was all about
its funny how all these years later
i still dream of you at night
its only bits and pieces now
cause my brain is all but full up
and i try and try to push them out
but my tender heart just cant say goodbye
its no young girl standing here anymore
im weathered, ive changed
i grew up and i moved away
but still my memories turn me into that 15 yearold
begging and pleading for you to return.

Submitted on 2011-04-29 12:31:27     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  I really can relate to this. I love all of it except for this line:

"but still my memories turn me into that 15 yearold"

Maybe you could say something like:

"Still yet my memories wish for my youth once again,"

Just a suggestion, it is the 15 year old makes the line seem out of place. But I still love the poem.
| Posted on 2011-05-19 00:00:00 | by PrettyHeart | [ Reply to This ]
  hey nice write oh 15 years old that was to many years ago to remember lol

i guess most people fall in love in the young teenage years when you look at each one they all tell a story
nice write

| Posted on 2011-05-03 00:00:00 | by sandman | [ Reply to This ]
  First love and its memories are always hard to take out of your mind and soul. You just imbibe them and they become part of you and your life. Love always bring anguish as roses are always with thorns. Good poem.
| Posted on 2011-05-01 00:00:00 | by Ramneet | [ Reply to This ]
  Were you 15 when you met your first love???Wow, I was 15 when i first fell in love..and i don't know if it's because i was young and naive, but it seems it was a big mistake.
i understand because after all these years,i still have the memories. i can still remember my first kiss in the backseat of a bus (haha).
He's married now but we're still friends. i guess it was just not meant to be...
Nice piece!
| Posted on 2011-04-29 00:00:00 | by Amma | [ Reply to This ]

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