Nostalgic Sense

By matteus

just take it in your hand, drive it through where my heart was once beating.
i shall not harm another for this is my last hour of this immortal life.
your scent fills the airs, your scent which ive smelled from miles away, same nostalgia when i last saw you. how can i forget your voice and your smell and the very way your heart would beat to my ear.
a distinct look grew upon your face when i revealed my secret to you, but how hath thou not noticed it before.

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Copyright 2012 matteus
Published on Thursday, September 6, 2012.     Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

The secret was my immortal love for her
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