Devilio
01-17-2013, 02:57 PM
From all the profound letters,
Kept safe in my old box
I picked up the one legible, which
Felt like a flower in rocks
My fingers shuddered as I,
Began to re-live the past,
All of it draped me up,
A clock running back; too fast?
With those letters there,
Were kept the souvenirs of ‘love’
Trinkets from guiltless childhood
And a lonely feather from a ‘dove’
A plastic doll with golden hair,
Her exquisite white necklace,
Have I been a keeper, or
Have I been too reckless?
Kept safe in my old box
I picked up the one legible, which
Felt like a flower in rocks
My fingers shuddered as I,
Began to re-live the past,
All of it draped me up,
A clock running back; too fast?
With those letters there,
Were kept the souvenirs of ‘love’
Trinkets from guiltless childhood
And a lonely feather from a ‘dove’
A plastic doll with golden hair,
Her exquisite white necklace,
Have I been a keeper, or
Have I been too reckless?