Dedicated to Sigurd, Kaj & Andrea
I don't know,
we grew apart,
the spring was gone,
but not forgotten,
his mothers ashes
still lay with chili,
my ayes are burning,
but I'm not gilliKaj og Andrea
My two friends
Suddenly you disappeared
Or maybe you lost me
I wish I had you back
And all the nice memories
Kaj og AndreaChildren's shows
I watched them on repeat
No care in the world
Now they're gone
Just like the innocence and ignorance
I'm now a free bird
Bound by responsibilities
And I don't have time for
Children's showsPoetry
Is it art?
When is it a string of thoughts?
When is it childish rhymes?
What's the point?
Question mark?
Exclamation mark!
Does this even count?
What is art even?
Does it even count?
Repetition
Repetition
Poetry?Kaj was a frog
a brave of its kind
the bird was a loner
captured in the sky
Kaj looked at the sky
dreaming of flying
while Andrea was a sad
creature of the dead
Hej hej hej jeg my name is Kaj
Kaj kaj kaj yeah that is I
Don't you worry don't you cry
Flap your wings like a butterfly
Experience life before you die
Get real low get real high
Kaj kaj kaj yeah that is I____________________________________
A/N
So like this is IntertEXtUAliTY
YOU ARE READING
the letters of the frog and the bird
Teen Fictionand then he looked at the ashes and said: ''wasup mama"