I splashed in the puddles
for the first time in my life
and tried to be careless.
Like the child I used to be.
All things come to an end.
Childhood,
and the rain,
and now, it feels like
the past four years
have passed away like this storm.
It didn't have to die.
Now it feels like I'm the next one
who has to.
Quietus.
Or another synonym for death.
I still need you.
Like the child that clung to
the carelessness that died so long ago.
Jun 26, 2011
Jun 26, 2011 at 6:56 PM UTC
I splashed in the puddles
for the first time in my life
and tried to be careless.
Like the child I used to be.
All things come to an end.
Childhood,
and the rain,
and now, it feels like
the past four years
have passed away like this storm.
It didn't have to die.
Now it feels like I'm the next one
who has to.
Quietus.
Or another synonym for death.
I still need you.
Like the child that clung to
the carelessness that died so long ago.
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