It's 3:40pm on Sunday afternoon, and upon eyeing a picture on my nightstand, the inspiration's come.
What do you think? Do you connect with these words? Are they telling any sort of story to you, even pieces of a story you'd want to hear more about?
Leave your comments; I'd love your help in writing...
miles of green
at least, miles it seems
more between you, between me
still, I have come
to see you grow up
and move on like we both know you should
one day, we'll call them memories
but today they're the wounds of what was
you'll go and cry in your pillow
baby, what else could I have done?
at the edge of your bed
but you've long fled
to the mountains you're so sure will give you life
in 2 months time
this little note you'll find
to remind you what I never did forget
one day, we'll call them memories
but today they're the wounds of what was
you'll go and cry in your pillow
baby, what else could I have done?
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