Words Of The Past Poem by April Humason
Words Of The Past
Was this just a premiere of the pain I will endear
It's unclear if you'll still be my dear
While I'm stuck in this year of fear
Will I disappear or stay near
Did fate interfere with our time here
Or was I just a puppeteer for your Shakespeare
Because I can't preserve this tear
So I rehear ever word of the yesteryear
To remember why love must disappear from my atmosphere
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7/28/2025 8:24:20 PM # 1.0.0
A refined poetic imagination, April H. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.