i saw an old book
below my sheets
i see dreams
of the young
with confident smiles
and proud shoulders
i see the boy
that broke my dreams
the smile that promised eternity
but shortens my life expectancy
i wish i didn't open my yearbook.
YOU ARE READING
ninth avenue - poetry
Poetry__ heavenly bodies only know where you are now. maybe i was not holding on too tight as you slipped away. wasn't i still yours? __