My Sweet Georgia
I sit upon the hilltop, in a spot thats shaded by an appletree. With a pen in my
hand, thoughts in my head, and in my lap, my book of poetry. I watch the sunset
as i navigate through my imaginations, sitting on the green green grass that
reminds me of home. For this i seek solitude, to elude all distractions that divert
me from my only peace. I dwell in this sanctuary, which is only found within the
deepest relaxation of my soul. But only in this moment will i feel tranquility, soon
all peace and joy will collapse. For my loneliness is constantly wakened by the
pain of existing without her. She's the foundation of my agony, she walks with no
idea of what missing her does to me. A few thousand memories are all now that
i carry, my life is no longer filled with joy as i am missing her beautiful face. Our
heaven was of nothing poetry could define. It could've only been decribed with
instruments and slow melodies, memories and old photographs. Nothing can
take this feeling away from me. For still i am in my moment of peace. Waiting for
the miracle of being loved by only her....MY SWEET GEORGIA.
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