Reads: 49  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 1

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

Walking our old steps,
streets that knew us,
places we used to know,.
hours spent, lost seconds,
the scent of your skin
still playing mean tricks
across minutes and years
The past may be gone
but it somehow shapes
present moments in time,
bathes them with nostalgia
and fades swiftly again
into the labyrinths of memory.

Submitted: February 22, 2023

© Copyright 2023 Lizziewolf. All rights reserved.

  • Facebook
  • Twitter
  • Reddit
  • Pinterest
  • Invite

Add Your Comments:



Like the waves crashing onto the shore then pulling back again, how memories tend to play themselves out.
I've always been drawn to your poetry Lizzie, it always seems to hit on the mark with something going on in my life or jogging a memory. How do you do it?

Wed, February 22nd, 2023 11:27pm


Wow, thank you! Maybe I do it because I write from my heart. I believe hearts communicate through distance even when people have never met. I appreciate your words a lot, Love, Lizzie.

Thu, February 23rd, 2023 6:32am

Boosted Content from Premium Members

Short Story / General Erotica

Short Story / General Erotica

Short Story / Adult Romance

Book / Sci-Fi and Fantasy Erotica

Other Content by Lizziewolf

Miscellaneous / Adult Romance

Short Story / General Erotica

Book / General Erotica