we used to ride and sing and prance and play,
with no one to tell us no.
we flew away.
we flew over the moon, above the clouds, laughing.
we would run across the lush green fields, dancing.
we hid in the attic closet, you whispering horror stories to me.
then we would rush down the stairs for lemonade and tea;
laughing--yes, laughing and dancing.
and hand in hand we would walk down the quite street,
down that dark little alley with all the lamps lit.
just the two of us--you and me-- laughing, oh, laughing and dancing.
i walked down the street today, hands feeling cold and empty,
the street was quiet--an eerie silence--not as beautiful as it used to be.
i visited the green field, but the flowers were fading,
withering, lifeless, sad, dying.
i went to the attic closet but found a mountain of dust,
spider webs decorating the place, showing the time that has passed.
and i slowly walked down the creaky old stairs,
and slowly combed my old, grey hairs.
because we were perfect, when you still breathed,
and after you left, my whole being grieved.
and we used to laugh and dance as two,
but my heart is broken, and all i can do-
is remember and never give up
the memories.
because that is what we are. a distant, beautiful memory.
laughing, oh, laughing and dancing.
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hey you cookie. thanks for reading this kinda sad and gloomy piece. it almost broke my heart to write it hehh.
just wanted to thank you jellybeans who have been leaving the most beautiful of comments. you guys make me smile again and again♥ go have a great day, hon. you deserve it.
