Jun 2013
On this old red carpet I once laid,
For five years and five days.
Every day I would lay on my own,
But I never really was alone.
The rich warmth on this ground.
Much like a quilt would surround.
I would block out all the sound,
Just laying on the carpet; the ground.
When the sixth day showed its color,
The measurements showed I was taller.
The magic in my world was gone.
All to the fault of the sixth dawn.
I revisit again wishing I was then.
On the red carpet the way I'd been.
Sometimes I like how the past can be.
Forever on the old red carpet will be me.
For five years and five days.
Every day I would lay on my own,
But I never really was alone.
The rich warmth on this ground.
Much like a quilt would surround.
I would block out all the sound,
Just laying on the carpet; the ground.
When the sixth day showed its color,
The measurements showed I was taller.
The magic in my world was gone.
All to the fault of the sixth dawn.
I revisit again wishing I was then.
On the red carpet the way I'd been.
Sometimes I like how the past can be.
Forever on the old red carpet will be me.
The only memory I can remember vividly is laying on my living room carpet all alone because my siblings would be at school my mother at work and my father asleep I would just lay in the sunspot on the carpet for hours daydreaming it was the happiest I ever was in my childhood :) so I thought that I should share a shed of it with everyone here :) thanks for reading it means quite a bit to me<3
(Minnesota)
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