Hear the sound of a flute
As I sing with you
The tale of my childish fantasy
With the boy I found lovely
The story lied in the garden
Our secret kept away from family
I didn't realize you fallen
From the church's cemetery
Ah, what a rainy day
Did we miss a step?
I presume this was where we went astray
As I recall how you wept
You say such sweet dreams
I cherished your schemes
By the years of loneliness
I still recall your fondness
Of our childish assumptions
Runaway kids on their way
To find a better place
Away from white men
Holding us below cement
I hold you tight
Accepting your offer with delight
Oh what a festival
In the cold fall
See us by the river
Where a painted arrow
Stained my heart by a forgiver
Who is art of foreshadow
Ah, what a rainy day
Did we miss a step?
I presume this was where we went astray
As I recall how you wept
You say such sweet dreams
I cherished your schemes
By the years of loneliness
I still recall your fondness
Of our childish assumptions
YOU ARE READING
Poems to forget the first... And the last
PoetryJust poems since I have nothing better to do. However, some of these will involve a bit of depression and probably gore along with heart break... Or one sided love. enjoy...
