With tear blurred eyes
I shook my head no, again and again
could this be lies?
Is this a trick to bring me more pain?
No, it’s not a lie
I’m steady as a brick, frozen with confusion
I fall back with an uneasy sigh
This seems like an allusion
“We won’t move again,”
They’d promised me
2005 to 2007 by summers, it’s all I had
How could we go through change like this,
again?
After all we went through
But I didn’t bother argue, I simply asked when
I would be forced to leave all my best friends
Nevertheless, I’d grown used to this biennial
With luck, our next home will last a year longer.
Sep 14, 2012
Sep 14, 2012 at 1:07 AM UTC
With tear blurred eyes
I shook my head no, again and again
could this be lies?
Is this a trick to bring me more pain?
No, it’s not a lie
I’m steady as a brick, frozen with confusion
I fall back with an uneasy sigh
This seems like an allusion
“We won’t move again,”
They’d promised me
2005 to 2007 by summers, it’s all I had
How could we go through change like this,
again?
After all we went through
But I didn’t bother argue, I simply asked when
I would be forced to leave all my best friends
Nevertheless, I’d grown used to this biennial
With luck, our next home will last a year longer.
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