I should be a teenager again
It looks clear from way outside
far away from city lights
the hustled beat of city streets and the frantic pace of life
In the trees
I can taste the sweetest summer kiss
Of the breeze
when it pulls my hair and I swear that I’ll remember this day, hold it dear
as it softly whispers in my ear
"you’ve said this all before, I won’t be sorry when you leave"
And it breaks my heart to know its true
the pain that I can bring to you
is absent, what harm could I do,
I’m never there to hurt you.
so back into those city streets
I wrap myself in fresh concrete
another week, another tepid grey and grisly monday
it’s hard to tell from right within
where it starts and when it ends
we blunder but we battle back and brag to all our friends
that we’ve got life all figured out
it’s good until it’s not
then you just cry till you’ve forgot and run away
It looks clear from way outside
far away from city lights
the hustled beat of city streets and the frantic pace of life
In the trees
I can taste the sweetest summer kiss
Of the breeze
when it pulls my hair and I swear that I’ll remember this day, hold it dear
as it softly whispers in my ear
"you’ve said this all before, I won’t be sorry when you leave"
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This is awesome. You are the best. Where can I read your latest writngs for work? I saw you had wrote this, but it took me a while to get around to reading it.
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