The Artist

    I thought I could not shake the feeling of you.

You creep back into my thoughts.

The artists, the one and only.

His name is silence because it is private.

If people only knew what we did and how it was done.

The others speak of things I did but in a monotone, not even knowing.

I lay in a new spot smelling his scent. He sings like the wind to the ocean.

If only they knew, the artist. It can happen again. It would not be disappointing.

He just needs to finished like an ending to a song.

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Author: Memeonlym3

A 26 year old, Sales Associate at The Children's Place. I am the 2nd oldest out of 7. I have no children but want some. I have an Associates Degree in Early Childhood Development. I graduated from Central High, Florence AL.

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