"I never felt as free
that summer
5 friends drinking beer
at the lake by the railroad tracks...
...the leaves were frozen on the trees.
the snow covered road
and a Robbin above
and the hawk dropped from nowhere
and the robbin fell into the snow, dead...
another puff and i go
deeper into dream.
"she was almost pretty.
the right touch of almost pretty."
sadness walks into the room.
I'm talking to the walls.
"summer and we held hands.
the moon lit the path
down to the river
and the days uncounted
and i had walked the high wire without a net.
all I ask is don't tell anyone
I know her,
eyes as black as coal
and with her heart of stone
she bites to the bone
but her sad eyes had looked so pretty to me and..."
and sadness tells me,
but most times it s just the luck of the draw.
"and when she smiled,
that crooked little smile...
sadness grins,
walks around the room.
"I was never as free...
...she was almost pretty.
the kind of almost pretty
you fall in love with.
please, don't tell her i love her."
standing in the corner
looking into the mirror
sadness says,
"it was just a bad dream."
author's note:
(...I just loved
the way "gargoyles and ***** dreams" sounded... gargoyles
does not have anything to do with the poem, but what the heck)
"or does it," smiles sadness, "seems like old times,"
and sadness winks at me.
Aug 20, 2024
Aug 20, 2024 at 11:22 AM UTC
"I never felt as free
that summer
5 friends drinking beer
at the lake by the railroad tracks...
...the leaves were frozen on the trees.
the snow covered road
and a Robbin above
and the hawk dropped from nowhere
and the robbin fell into the snow, dead...
another puff and i go
deeper into dream.
"she was almost pretty.
the right touch of almost pretty."
sadness walks into the room.
I'm talking to the walls.
"summer and we held hands.
the moon lit the path
down to the river
and the days uncounted
and i had walked the high wire without a net.
all I ask is don't tell anyone
I know her,
eyes as black as coal
and with her heart of stone
she bites to the bone
but her sad eyes had looked so pretty to me and..."
and sadness tells me,
but most times it s just the luck of the draw.
"and when she smiled,
that crooked little smile...
sadness grins,
walks around the room.
"I was never as free...
...she was almost pretty.
the kind of almost pretty
you fall in love with.
please, don't tell her i love her."
standing in the corner
looking into the mirror
sadness says,
"it was just a bad dream."
author's note:
(...I just loved
the way "gargoyles and ***** dreams" sounded... gargoyles
does not have anything to do with the poem, but what the heck)
"or does it," smiles sadness, "seems like old times,"
and sadness winks at me.
