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Misplaced
by Britt ZimmermanI dont know where I belong anymore
There are so many roads to explore
And I miss the ones traveled
watching them slowly fade into horizons
filed away in the banks of my memory
I am not shiny and new like that diamond around your finger
There are scratches and dents to me
and I can dress them up like white wall tires
and ride around with the top down
but you can still see them when you come close
Therefore, I run
leaving rustling wind in your wake
like a brutal snowstorm
of icy comments and bitter tea
There is no "alone" for me
Always someone waiting in the wings
and I love again briefly
but never again like the melody
I sang with you...
04/11/2005 Posted on 04/11/2005
Copyright © 2023 Britt Zimmerman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/11/05 at 06:44 PM Can really appreciate the sentiment here Britt, relating to it quite strongly in my own way. Kudos! |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 04/11/05 at 10:22 PM wow! it's been awhile since i've read your stuff, and this is an excellent reminder why i always had. awesome poem, and like chris said, i can stongly relate to this in my own weird way. |
| Posted by Emma Turtle on 10/21/09 at 07:53 PM I really like this poem especially the part about missing the roads you have travelled i think everyone can relate to this.Well written. |
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