Sunday, October 24, 2010

The Poetry I thought was lost

                                                           

Home to you, home for good
Unrestricted haven in the sullen slow
My hair grows in hopes to be braided
My legs move in hope of finding
Finding the patch that needs to sow

Running, running to take me back
Take me back, take me back, take me way back
To those moments of deep thoughts
To those sleepless nights full of fun
To the lazy days of dogs, covers and the mixed smell of you and I

My timid child side
My trickling braveness for that fight
But my blindness leaves me at halt
And I sit there listening to my heartbeat
Seems like the sound of a song I used to sing out loud

Running, running to take me back
Take me back, take me back, take me way back
To those moments of deep thoughts
To those sleepless nights full of fun
To the lazy days of dogs, covers and the mixed smell of you and I

I understand my fallen dream
To wake up submersed in that fear
Wearing what is lost as the latest style
To appreciate that I am just in a dream

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