I miss the old us, the were us.
I want the re-us, a new us.
Lets change up our ways.
And take back the old days.
Make our past our present. And i'll have you
As my Christmas gift.
Wrap up with a mistletoe.
While I whistle your favorite carol.....
Roll out of bed, yawning to that hopeless and dead
Dream, just hoping to scream at the crack of dawn.
Without a smile on My face to show I just.
Woke up from a hopeless and dead; pair
On the rusted swing set after our love; a dare.
We swing, sing, and laugh with no vision of the past.
Or momentum to recollect why?
Why? the rust, the loss the death.
Its gone now.
A hole in the surface of our playground.
The walkway of passion and treats of joy.
Its all package.
No return label or future destination.
Just afloat in the sea of remorse.
Along with thousands of sunken promises,
The debris of many hearts, and most importantly
Your words leaking out of a broken bottle.
Oh and then theirs you and I,
Sinking
Endlessly beyond
Beach,
Sea Caverns, and
Bedrock.
All components built from strong courageous
Statements, to fragile giggles.
Beneath the surface we're surrounded.
Multiple bodies dissolve, and wrinkle, intertwining
Hands locked forever. Nothing will break them apart.
Nothing
Not even the poison leaked from the bottle above.
Nothing
Not even the solar winds of hurricanes sent from the Gods.
Nothing
Not even the kiss of Hell, that sets the worlds dry,
Cause together we died. And remained in stone.
This is detailed love. An event of no recourse....
Now my day is set before me. I get back up
On the bus. Salute my friends, wave and smile.
Leap on to school. Laugh act a fool.
And then,
I stop short of you.
Blush, blood rush, my heart skips to your touch up.
But I don't fall. My knees just buckle.
I walk past and continue to laugh.
Cause that was our moment not an order of
Continuance.
Just a moment, snapped shut with reality.
That our hands broke fee beneath the sea.
And our lives.
Well just normal,
Lamron of sanity!
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