{"id":950,"date":"2009-11-07T18:54:40","date_gmt":"2009-11-08T01:54:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/?p=950"},"modified":"2009-11-07T18:54:40","modified_gmt":"2009-11-08T01:54:40","slug":"remember","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/2009\/remember\/","title":{"rendered":"Remember"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>wow I just found this poem I wrote in eighth grade&#8230;.. kind of interesting<\/p>\n<p>I open my eyes and see you<br \/>\nYour soul so happy and filled with joy<br \/>\nTwo peas in a pod always together<br \/>\nArm in arm right by my side<br \/>\nSun shinning on your soft face<br \/>\nWind tousling your brown hair<br \/>\nSilence, laughing<br \/>\nHiding in prickly bushes away from the world<br \/>\nOur little hideout made out of blackberries<br \/>\nOne so sweet, one so sour<br \/>\nNo one can touch us<br \/>\nOur world of dreams and fantasies<\/p>\n<p>I open my ears and hear you<br \/>\nVoice so strong and filled with love<br \/>\nNow cracks with every word<br \/>\nTears like rain fall from your round face<br \/>\nHugging each other to make the cruel world go away<br \/>\nDarkness threatens to swallow us<br \/>\nSilence, screaming<br \/>\nParents yelling, how could this be<br \/>\nEyes once filled with spirit and light<br \/>\nWeighed down by a burden<br \/>\nThey are taking you from me<br \/>\nOur last words farewell, goodbye<\/p>\n<p>I open my heart and remember you<br \/>\nTall white house, too many windows<br \/>\npeering out like eyes covered in fall leaves<br \/>\nPlace of love now filled with sorrow<br \/>\nImpenetrable fort of bushes grown over, forgotten<br \/>\nRemember our promises, our whispered dreams<br \/>\nRemember our guards the ever-present red wood trees<br \/>\nSilence, crying<br \/>\nI miss your voice, I miss your laugh<br \/>\nI miss our time as best friends<br \/>\nOur dreams now forgotten<br \/>\nBut I will always remember you<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>wow I just found this poem I wrote in eighth grade&#8230;.. kind of interesting I open my eyes and see you Your soul so happy and filled with joy Two peas in a pod always together Arm in arm right by my side Sun shinning on your soft face Wind tousling your brown hair Silence, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3],"tags":[425,214,427,426],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/950"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=950"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/950\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":951,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/950\/revisions\/951"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=950"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=950"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.multer.com\/people\/monica\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=950"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}