ok here's another poem. this ones a very sentimental/nostalgic one. abt loss. not death kind of loss, but another kind of loss. it's about how temporary everything is, and how everything comes to an end. there's something tragic about the innocence and naivete that comes is portrayed here. a kind of a peter-pan-always-wanting-to-stay-in-neverland-forever-but-cannot kind of sadness. it's my favourite poem i've ever wrote. cos it's imspired from my own experience. enjoy.
Friends Forever
It's funny how
Our memories never seem to grow old.
While our hands get more calloused
Face gets more chiselled
And hair grows in the weirdest places
You still stay as innocent as ever
In my heart.
Somehow
I still remember your cute ponytails
Your young face and fair skin
And the way your eyes twinkle
Whenever you smiled.
And it's funny how
The multi-coloured inks
Spread in a bold chilidish font all over my autograph book
Never seem to lose their bright colour.
The "Friends 4ever"
Scribbled on the day we parted
Still shines brightly.
It's funny how
All the rest of my photographs yellow
Yet the ones with you in it
Stay as fresh as ever.
It's funny how
I can so vividly recall every childish joke
We laughed at together
All those years ago
And still laugh to myself
Tenderly.
And you know what?
Here's the funniest part.
When I finally do see you again
After all these years
You're not quite that little girl anymore
Not quite so bubbly
Not quite so warm.
And somehow
When I look back from here
The colourful words in my autograph book
Seem to have faded slightly,
The photos seem to have
Yellowed.
And the memories of that day
When we pink-promised to stay
Friends Forever
Seemed so much more distant.
ok. that's the poem. not bad right? i wrote it last year... but was too swakoo know how to put it on a blog... but it's rare that i actually write such a heartfelt one. hope u enjoyed it. it's a window into my psyche... heheheh... thanks...
"momma take this mask from me
i just can't wear it anymore."
"momma put my guns to the ground
i just can't shoot them anymore."
i just can't wear it anymore."
"momma put my guns to the ground
i just can't shoot them anymore."
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