all of a sudden
i felt intensely
that i want to
write a poem
now, for me
it's better
than talking with anyone
than crying
that kissing goodbye
what do i feel
like writing
nothing so new
just that
only that
i never felt that way
and it will never be the same
all that happened
in this very short while
all that love
all these friends
all the tricks that
never mattered to me
i laugh when i remember
my very first day
i wasn't scared
i recall my cloths
i recall the meeting room
the first word with almost
everyone
the same people they are
only that they are not the same anymore
i gotta clear the desk
and make a will
for the guys i'm sitting with
for all the foolish stuff
for the funny haphazard nights
and early lasting mornings
come back... i will..i would love to
only that i feel like i don't want to
it's the feeling of something new
unknown
scary
pure
of any intentions
a chance
for
restoring innocence
i lost it
the innocence
i miss myself
before
all that happened
in this very short while
all that love
all these friends
all the tricks that
never mattered to me
february 15,2009
16: 43
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the same people they are........ only that they are not the same anymore..... it's true and pure.... amazing...