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Fiction

Updated on February 21, 2016
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Fiction

Once upon a time
Not all that long ago
I was your favourite story
Oh, how you loved me so

Gently my pages you would turn
My words you knew by heart
And when you reached the end
Back to the beginning you would start

Like an echo on the breeze
My words danced upon your mind
Gentle whispers falling round you
Each a treasure for you to find

You held me in your hands
Fingers traced along my spine
Back when I had you by the heart
And when you had all of mine

Today I sit upon the shelf
My pages rigid and unturned
Words, still in unread silence
Under dust and clutter I have yearned

I lean against the other books
Whose stories you have long forgot
Waiting for you to remember me
Missing all that was, and now, is not

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    • Gypsy Rose Lee profile image

      Gypsy Rose Lee 21 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      Most expressive poetry.

    • Luna Blue profile image
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      Luna Blue 21 months ago

      haha Jodah, dust them off one day :)

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      John Hansen 21 months ago from Queensland Australia

      This is what a lot of my books are thinking, Luna Blue. :)

      Good subject for a poem.

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      Luna Blue 21 months ago

      Thank you Manatita x

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      manatita44 21 months ago from london

      Well-written of a life experience which is truly a painful teacher. Much Love.