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Her hair was darker her eyes blue.
Not quite your build, still she reminds me of you.
Her laugh is off a little to forced, her style was not that of yours.
My heart screamed "Tiffanie". I cant figure out why of course.
She thought I kind, and numbers were exchanged
I said "I'd like to see you again"
A little talking, maybe a flirt
but it was you I saw
and not her.
Then it hit me, that smell in the air!
Its your perfume, I'd know it anywhere!
And my heart dropped. Here comes the pain,
I swear for a moment I forgot her name.
Thought i was moving on
and you come back to me in something so small
Well today my heart is yours again
but then I guess it has always been.
I find it funny that all it took was a smell, and my heart is tore again. I think it hurts because it was so unexpected. Tiffanie does haunt my heart, but I got used to the pain. I learned to laugh, and keep the tears inside. I've tried going out, I have been talking to a couple of girls, and I thought I was moving on. Its funny what sparks a memory.
I know this poem is FAR from my best work, a bit rambling, no real rhythm but right now I hurt to much to bring it together. Dont worry none, I'll shake it in a bit, but right now this is the best I can do. So today I stumble. |
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Posted by tonyrayhutchison on 2008-05-02 14:13:30 | Rating: | Views: 167
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It's wonderful honey,
Smells are the most powerful things at stirring up memories, things that will stay with you for a long time yet, but it will get easier to deal with honey, i promise x
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Posted by missmarie
on 2008-05-02 14:32:30
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This is brilliant ... our best work does indeed flow forth from our pain. It must be a day for senses ... just left a comment on Angelwings blog about the same subject. Smell is very powerful. I'm in my 50's and to this day the smell of carnations whisk me back to my high school prom ... a musty smell back to the loft, in my Grandmother's barn, where I played my childhood game of hide and seek. Any loss, Tony, involves a grieving process. We think grief is only for death, but that's not the case. As in most things .... it's one step forward and one step backward .... or as I like to say 1/2 step backward. Sending along a hug and a homemade chocolate chip cookie to comfort and ease your pain a bit. Peace.
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Posted by ColoradoDreamin
on 2008-05-02 15:03:32
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don't need to say it, cause I already did. Sittin on the curb with ya, tony. Always here if ya need.
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Posted by spiritualcoma
on 2008-05-02 18:45:11
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That was good. Give in to the grief and keep moving...Wonderfully expressed. hugs my tony.:)
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Posted by Hollis
on 2008-05-03 06:55:11
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Tony, just stopped by to say Hi,
Thank you for sharing your poetic side with us here,
You write with such passion it's better than ex-bashin!
Keep it up my friend, stay nice and in motion,
And you'll be rewarded with love and devotion....
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Posted by EasyToSay
on 2008-05-03 07:14:46
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Its so odd when certain senses trigger memories. For me, its fudgesickles. They send me way back to a certain summer and I can picture myself back in a certain spot with a certain someone. Scents are a toughie because there are so many of them around. I hope things go well for you Tony!!
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Posted by smileforthecamera
on 2008-05-03 19:04:47
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Hey Tony,nice post and i hope everything goes well.thanks
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Posted by natureboy
on 2008-05-04 03:17:03
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Hey Tony, each word in that poem expresses your pain. Im so sorry you have to go through this...
I hope things get better really soon for you...
Keep writing, love reading your stuff.
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Posted by angelwings
on 2008-05-04 05:15:20
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I'm sorry you are going through this. I have just started the process and I can relate.
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Posted by prelude2it
on 2008-05-05 00:48:53
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