This is just talking about life, love, and death. I really would appreciate feedback! |
Roses on the Playground I saw you on the playground. You're playing four square on black pavement. I am impressed. All I could do was draw pretty pictures with chalk. You hand me a red rose. I wanna be like you. I am in kindergarden. I saw you across the lava floor. You easily jumped from box to box. All I could ever do was fall. You were always here to catch me. I am in 5th grade. I saw you holding her hand. Leaving soft kisses on her forehead. My body is changing, I am akward. Why can't I be like her? I am in 7th grade. It's Christmas and I don't see you anymore. You've hung up couple portraits on new walls with her. And it doesn't matter how much cookie dough I shove down my throat, how many ornaments I hang on my green pine tree. I can't forget you. I am graduating high school. It's been a few years and I've forgotten about you. I am writing with a wooden pencil inside this coffee shop I see you. You're sitting underneath a bare Edison bulb and you're crying enormous tears. I remember you and I approach. She left you. I am out of college. I see you through a white vail. You're dressed in a suit. You are beautiful. You kiss me I am your wife. I am in the hospital and you're dressed in green scrubs your familiar lips brush my forehead. I hold our first child. Baby goes to collage. I look in the mirror through a bird cage veil. My face is covered in wrinkles enormous tears are forced out of my eyes. I remove my make up and my black dress. I remember the first time I saw you on the playground. You were playing four square. You gave me a red Rose. I want to be like you. Please oh please Take me back to that day. I wrap my body in your clothes. I go to bed alone. |