I sit at the same laptop that I sat at on that night,
(Although two keyboards later) and I think that I should write,
A poem, a song, or summat™ , to mark the great event:
The beginning of the ending of existence so misspent .
Yet if I could write a note to me and send it to the past,
(Three years to the hour) I think that I would pass;
What could I say that possibly might could make any sense,
To me that eve without a clue of things that would come hence?
And so I sit here, writer's block to save me from myself,
(The former me from me of now) and leave upon the shelf,
Any words that might go back and change what time would bring,
For through it all, the good and bad, I wouldn't change a thing.
The Stranger
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It's hard to believe it's been five years. Hard to believe it's been that
long, and hard to believe that's all it's been. So much of it is still as
fresh i...
9 years ago
4 comments:
<3 you my old man!!! hihihihihi...hope you have a great day! ;)
spa day at home... till 4:30 ... then when the kids go to sleep... and tomorrow morning, and that afternoon, and night and so on forever :)
:) doesn't sound like you have writer's block to me!
It's nice to let it flow from your heart to the paper....I like it
I'm actually a little jealous of Emerald, every woman should have someone to write them poetry, you legs are a silver tongued devil.
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