for a friend


I guess I thought I told you
But it was never quite that clear
We spoke of things under the willow tree
That only we could hear

To them it did not matter
If we clawed our way through dirt
The days we spent withered down
To nothing less than hurt

But to us,
The climb was easy
It could never beat that fall
We have broken toys and broken heart
In the place where time is stalled

The place where we had tamed the beast
And nature knew our name
The land where things did not end with you
Or create a perpetual shame

Was it your plan to take back summers
And reclaim the days as lies
Or is this all a desperate nightmare
Because memory never dies

Poetry by ashley honig
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Written on 2010-02-17 at 12:46

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