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Feb 2015
All I really know is…

Used to be a time and place
Where the sky was a bookcase, filled cover to cover
And I’d pick out a cloud to read
Drift away in dreams and then I’d go choose another
That’s all that really mattered to me

I wanna know that I…

Used to be so brave and carefree
Where I’d go climb mountains just for her laughter
Just to hide a heart, so scared
Hide it away from anything that could cause it to shatter
And that’s all that really mattered to me

All I really know is I…

Used to be I felt less alive
Trial and tribulations left me down in the gutter
And I felt like taking my life
These days, I think that the scars look a lot better
But that never really mattered to me

I don’t wanna know that I…

Used to be so gentle and safe
When my time was consumed by a lover
Then came the day I arrived
Distant and cold, my soul in 405’s brick n’ mortar
But she’s still all that really matters to me

That’s all that really matters to me…

© 2014
Neal Emanuelson
Written by
Neal Emanuelson  Amsterdam, Netherlands
(Amsterdam, Netherlands)   
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