I was in English class and my teacher was talking about the difference between describing things in poetry and describing things the way you would normally. One of the example he used is chalk. So I present to you the chalk song.
Written May 7th
Verse 1
We met when we were little
5 years old
Our lives where fables
Hand games and cat's cradles
Oh back then
The skies were shining
The sun never went down
Picture perfect life
Like the drawings on the ground
Chorus
This was fine
This was enough
This was drawing pictures with sidewalk chalk
Colorful and imaginary
the toad turned prince by the magic fairy
The drawings of our future house
With Christmas lights up in February
Everything was just so
Pretty
Verse 2
Together we grew up
Singing songs and chasing streams
Fairy wings on Halloween
So many memories
our drawings got more refined
we learned a bout the importance of shadows
and stopped blurring the lines
learned about realities and ups and downs of life
Chorus
this was different
but still fine
This was a little bit of rain
but our pictures still looked nice
the underlying theme was there
the storyline that we so happily shared
we decided our dream house was to small
but we're still neighbors
Having picnics together on our front lawns
Bridge
same old piece of worn out chalk
We scrape the sidewalks with
We rub our fingers against the ground until their red and raw
Our chalk has worn down and is now a little too small
The time went on
our drawings got washed away
but we would draw them again the very next day
A copy of a copy is what they became
You're a pretty good artist
But even Picasso couldn't make this look less lifeless
Chorus:
This is life
It might suck
The plot got lost, now our story's done
Forgot about the dream house
I'm in Manhattan, you're in Brooklyn
Less than an hour away but still too distant
It hurts
I miss us
I miss our pictures bringing color to the sidewalk
But six years of our art was enough
I just hope you still remember us
Outro:
I'm not sure if you're still drawing but I'm into poetry
Written a few poems about you that you'll never see
And i hope that when you pick up some sidewalk chalk
you think of me
YOU ARE READING
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