Dec 26, 2005 22:46
the year's door closing shut
i gaze into the mirror of the past
looking hard i see the scars
the wrinkles surrounding my eyes
down to my heart
i am no longer my former unabashed optimistic
big hearted lush for life
i've turned cold and bitter along with the season
an emptiness has my grip slightly
off and dreaming of warm summer afternoons
after school eating pop tarts
feeling the hot air graze my cheeks
playing games
laughing at strangers
from the bench where we sat
long drives on half full tanks
homeless kittens begging for some food
holding hands star into the lake as the sun sets keeping promises at bay
wishing for the best
i still wish for the best
but looking back it seemed a lot more fun back then
looking forward to three words to grace