Death of a Playground
By violetfyre
Flowers wilt, this playground's overgrown with weedsWind whispers, 'love is dead, love is dead'Our tree swing shudders with old memoriesLonging for the day we'll play again.Wind whispers, 'love is dead, love is dead'I can feel you fading with every breathLonging for the day we'll play againBut nothing lasts forever, save death.I can feel you fading with every breathWe're missing from the days when youth was freeBut nothing lasts forever, save deathAnd now I cry that you are missing from me.We're missing from the days when youth was freeOur tree swing shudders with old memoriesAnd now I cry that you are missing from meFlowers wilt, this playground's overgrown with weeds.**This is my first pantoum ever, so I am totally open to any suggestions. Written December 3rd, 2001 © on Dec 03 2001 03:12 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"Flowers wilt, this playground's overgrown with weedsWind whispers, 'love is dead, love is dead'Our tree swing shudders with old memoriesLonging for the day we'll play again.Wind whispers, 'love is dead, love is dead'I can feel you fading with every breathLonging for the day we'll play againBut nothing lasts forever, save death.I can feel you fading with every breathWe're missing from the days when youth was freeBut nothing lasts forever, save deathAnd now I cry that you are missing from me.We're missing from the days when youth was freeOur tree swing shudders with old memoriesAnd now I cry that you are missing from meFlowers wilt, this playground's overgrown with weeds.**This is my first pantoum ever, so I am totally open to any suggestions...."