22nd Street
Little bare feet
Chasing butterflies
Cute little flowers tucked in hair
I didn't see you there
Old gray road
Lined with houses and trees
It was summer then
With a pleasant breeze
Now everything is grey
The sky, like the road is cold
This street is yours, you can keep it
0.08 I didn't intend to reap it
Typical neighborhood
That was my house there
Now as I walk by people glare
It wasn't too long ago
Only a year
Since bright eyes and blond hair
Why did I come back here?
There, the corner of 22nd and Maple Street
I stop and remember little bare feet
Flowers in blond hair
I was impaired
These streets are yours now
You can keep them
I don't want them anymore
Cold grey streets are you somehow
So I won't show my face here anymore
YOU ARE READING
Goddess Box
PoetryA collection of my poems and lyrics in no particular order. They are about anything and everything and may not have anthing to do with anything. Some of them are about my life while others I was simply inspired to write.
