Under the stars and the trees,
in the valley, in the leaves,
on that little stretch of land
that goes out into the pond
where i'd sit and watch the sunset
where i'll do so when all this snow is gone.
Running with the stream,
being stupid, being young.
Where he fell down on his face
and I couldn't hold my tongue.
That one field we would sit in
for hours on end,
eating fruit and hoping the power lines
wouldn't fall and cause our death.
And of course it never happened,
but i always had to think,
if i were to die right now,
at least the sky is pretty and pink.
Oh, that funny little park,
all stained and stuck with gum.
I'd go there alone,
swinging back and forth until the night would come.
But everything has changed,
I don't know them anymore,
but i'll walk back to the field,
and i'll bike back to my core.
We'll drive back to the valley.
Where i'll run around with my dog.
Picking all the dandelions
from that nice little pond.
And i'll walk back down the sidewalk,
and i'll look up at the trees
all of them cutting through the sky
like the scars on my knees
from when I fell down on this concrete
all those years ago.
I've been here before, I'm sure of it, I know,
but this time is different, this time I don't feel on my own.
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Poetrythe later parts are a lot better than the first ones in my opinion poems and random stuff i want to put on here
