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I desperately hold on to
The remnants of my youth
As late autumn dying leaves
Getting older is such a scary thought...
I should've been a better friend
I should've been there for you
I should've known better...
But as much as it pains me
To admit such terrible truth
You know I've always been
The narcissistic type
And had to make it
All about me
One of the hardests confessions I've ever made...
When our eyes met
And our hands touched
It was inevitable that
Our bodies would
Soon follow
You were as irresistable as ice cream on a summer day...
Peter Garrett Aug 19
Was it true anything you said?
Or that mess was all about
Getting back at your ex?
Placing me on your bed
And then shutting me out
After a meaningless night of ***?
Sometimes I still wonder what it meant...
Peter Garrett Aug 28
It's as sad as it gets...
To behold the world out there
Bursting with magnificent colours
While I'm comfortably stuck
On the other side of the glass
Drowning in my own inertia
A few words about getting older. About everyday struggles and how futile they seem. Maybe society is just built to glue us to the ground... or maybe there's just something wrong with me.
You say I'm insane for
Driving my brand new cabrio
With its roof wide open
In the pouring rain
But have you ever tried?
Who needs that new car smell anyway...?
With flour, you can make dough
With tomatoes, you can make sauce
But top them with cheese
And add a little heat
And you can make magic
There's food, there's great food, and then there's pizza.
Peter Garrett Sep 10
I could never write
Anything remotely
As flawless as you do
So I'll fake it until
Someday I can find
Beauty in words too
It's hard not to feel like a fraud among such amazing writers here at hepo.
Peter Garrett Aug 26
I used to be bold and fearless
Annoyingly self assured
Daydreaming about greatness
Telling everyone about how
Someday I'd rule the world.

Those days are long gone
Making me feel like a hollow shell
A mere shadow of my former self
And life became all about
Playing a role I simply can't fit
Fooling everyone...
But me
Will this anguish and emptiness ever go away?
Peter Garrett Aug 12
You spoke about leaving
So often and for so long
That I didn't believe
You'd ever be gone
I miss you everyday and I wish I would've been there for you...
The weeds in our garden
Grew as fast as the pile
Of your unreplied letters
Such a sad race to behold...

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