Imperfect Poetry from an Imperfect Poet on a quest for the Perfect Poem.
she left footprintson my heartsmall, size 4 heels with every step she tookshe laid faint traces of heron my soul
i can still taste her scenttaste her smilefeel her footsteps lingering
Is love lost important even when new love is supposedly found? or does the new love merely fill a gap not knowing that u can still taste "love lost's" scent?? And is remembering lost love that intensely a form of infedility or is it just reminiscing in way too much detail
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