Maybe we can go back
Try undoing the past
Where is the thrill of
Anticipation?
In the last grade of
Elementary
They allowed us
To sign our
Virginal names in
Blueorblack ink
I was ten, I
Had already written
My script then
I did it in
Permanent pen
There was no time to erase
Mother wasn't excitable
some days, she was
She tore up my script
My script after script
**Every idea
To her
Just ****
And I'd begin
Again in pen
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 8:27 PM UTC
Maybe we can go back
Try undoing the past
Where is the thrill of
Anticipation?
In the last grade of
Elementary
They allowed us
To sign our
Virginal names in
Blueorblack ink
I was ten, I
Had already written
My script then
I did it in
Permanent pen
There was no time to erase
Mother wasn't excitable
some days, she was
She tore up my script
My script after script
**Every idea
To her
Just ****
And I'd begin
Again in pen
And then it just ends.
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