Those days
You look so perfectly drainedHeart in your pocket
Head lying on your shoulders
Memories in your knapsack
The night that we sat on the dock
Wanting to get wooly
But all we did was sit and talk
You felt so perfectly scared
I wanted to comfort you there
But I opened my mouth and nothing came out
And you've been thinking of those days again
When all we did is complain and mouth
While they were silent
We would shout
And you look so perfectly glad
Gleam in your eyes wide smile on your mouth
You're reliving those days in your head
Of this I have no doubt
And I'm wishing these thoughts for you
That all your fears and all lost hopes
Have been locked out.
Poetry by John A. Mcculloch
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Written on 2006-11-23 at 10:14
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