One of a kind by Keith D Allison that tempest she said I'd remember her lips touched mine eighteen thousand two hundred and fifty days ago give or take a breath or so She walked another trail so long ago All Just another unimportant Matter but I remember that tempest of time 08/06/2009 Posted on 08/06/2009 Copyright © 2026 Keith D Allison Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Johnny Crimson on 08/07/09 at 01:47 PM sounds so desperate, lost lover (or lust) i'm not sure, but I'm guessing the ladder :) good job. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2026 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)