Gone
Time
s t o p s
This moment,
golden
Before
it
all
goes
away
Before you
fall,
there’s a time
Time
s t o p s
This moment,
golden
Before
it
all
goes
away
Before you
fall,
there’s a time
sometimes
when my fingers don't itch to write
and the keyboard is a faraway memory,
i curse myself
curse the world
because i feel like poetry is pointless.
why
do my hands know exactly how
I remember my first day in the Green Mountain State
Astonishingly lush with trees filling the sky
Some locals called us flatlanders--we laughed
As I rolled like cinnamon onto the ruff turf,
My shoe hit my other shoe like cars on a freeway,
Causing myself to be in an accident.
Even though I knew people were crying,
I could only hear nothingness.
Hello sweetheart!
My goodness, how time has flown.
You used to be so little, do you remember?
Extemporize:
To improvise or make up on the spot.
I often find that I am an avid extemporizer,
Stuck in joking conversation:
I extemporize.
You took my hand
And told me to stay
You opened my eyes
And told me skies weren’t gray
You told me I was enough
I know
I don’t deserve you
You’re so perfect
But I can’t help it
I’ll miss you when you’re gone
You’re a wonderful friend
We live our lives
Hiding our true emotions
Behind words like
“I’m fine,”
And
“It’s okay,”
Never questioning
You took my hand
And told me to stay
You opened my eyes
And told me skies weren’t gray
You told me I was enough
It’s frightening to know
I’ll be gone in five years' time
I know you both will hate to see me go
And leave you behind
My life is changing,
Like the four seasons,
Though without any reason-
I find myself scared of it.
Change; it’s a horrifying but beautiful thing.
Like in the early mornings of spring,