My love lives in a past memory
That almost slipped into the present
And became a distant futureI will always think of thee
Of all the things we could have done
And what we could of have been

A song that was never sung
A verse that was never written
There in that memory a dream
remained unborn.

 

(c) Copyright 2016 Aracelly P. Campo

Aracelly P. Campo, a.ka “Bones” grew up in Miami Florida. An avid reader, she started writing poetry at the age of nine. She writes in all types of poetic forms, but has a special preference for dark verse. She describes herself as “an explorer of darkness, the kind that lurks in our hearts and seeps through the crack of our numbness.”
Ms. Campo holds degrees in communication and business from Florida International University.