growing up
By kevin
life is countingthe endless walk of sheepbefore sleep,the mindless dronebefore home.looking at you,the blue returns,of empty lonely days,of sunsets thirty minutes lateyou have become all that I hate& I feel all thisregretting, forgetting,reliving.In returning,I recognize your absence.seeing you againmemories destroying my nowI wonder:how close we gothow far away we fall& the twisting hopelessnessthat never leaves:dying roses dreaming of spring.the frost comes - your death-blue lips becomethis net of 'maybe'.I twist and struggleI reach behindoffer a hand, then slip away.grow toward the sun & new springspread my petals again(2nd verse added 6/25)(3rd verse added 10/24, by Katie Jagt, I edited.) Written June 11th, 2001 © on Sep 24 2001 04:27 AM PST, Kevin Watt 0 • 12
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"life is countingthe endless walk of sheepbefore sleep,the mindless dronebefore home.looking at you,the blue returns,of empty lonely days,of sunsets thirty minutes lateyou have become all that I hate& I feel all thisregretting, forgetting,reliving.In returning,I recognize your absence.seeing you againmemories destroying my nowI wonder:how close we gothow far away we fall& the twisting hopelessnessthat never leaves:dying roses dreaming of spring.the frost comes - your death-blue lips becomethis net of 'maybe'.I twist and struggleI reach behindoffer a hand, then slip away.grow toward the sun & new springspread my petals again(2nd verse added 6/25)(3rd verse added 10/24, by Katie Jagt, I edited.)..."