Forget me in the cold hard world
Forget me in the deep blue night
Forget me in the morning light
Forget me in the midst of life
Forget me when you dream of me
And when you think of me,
Forget me a thousand times over.
But then you remember, and I know
Because I feel it.
………………………………………………….
© Anna De-Snyder 2015
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Dear Anna, to be forgotten. A heavy pain to be learn. A poem for you.
“I dial your number on the pay phone and
I stopped at the last number.
I knew, already.
My dearest love had forgotten me.
I was a last year wish,
a old memory, now.
I told the night.
Damn love, damn my wounded heart.”
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I agree John, thank you for your poem too 🙏 A reflection…
Was it love or was it lust
or was it just a crush.
Passion, intense.
Infatuation.
Unforgettable.
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Wow. Deep. How would you ‘feel’ it?
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with a sense of emotion 🙂
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Cool.
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Thanks
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