we made a mistake, yes, boys, we did
if only one of them had brains and hid
but now that they've gazed
at the past that replayed
we don't have the same-looking kids
his eyes are bloodshot, his mouth mutters
his watch goes: beep beep beep
under his breath, his hold voice utters:
"i'm not giving up after going this deep"
after ten years, he decided to come back
his salt-and-pepper hair, his crooked smile, that old hack
"you know what you have to do son"
after that he started to run
and opened another hole in time
to battle himself from before,
but it wasn't anymore sublime
than the task that he was left:
this girl's death, unfortunately, had to be bereft!
(why me?
i don't want this
i can't feel right now
i can't move, tell me
please
what am i gonna do?
WHAT AM I GONNA DO???)
YOU ARE READING
sprinkle in the woods (poetry #6)
Poetry"and it rains and rains and rains and rains for five more years and it's cloudy for ten once they leave, i'll be sunkissed i'll be the rock in the light illuminated simply by your presence my fallen star, you've finally met me and it's so lovely lov...
