As the break lights slowly descend
And inevitably turn the corner
I go back to the realistic
I know those lights will come back
and leave again
Just like winter and spring
Just like the sun
Exactly like the sun
Leaving a back seat has never been so hard
But in a way
I've never left it
I've always been there
All the way up to the moment I arrived
To the moment I physically left
Ready to die
Happy
Content
I'm there
Not here reading this poem
But there
Still writing it
(Copyright ©05/2008)
A beautiful write Hunter! A real pleasure to read ! ! *10*! ! Regards Thad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah! So full of gilt. Read mine - Kind Words - Adeline