10/23/12

Encore

A little way into the past,
there's a bit of you and me.
Not the ones that you or I know of now,
but ones with the horribly bruised knees.

A togetherness that will never be,
and a kiss that says I love you without a word here and there.
Endless complaints to feel free,
never having to try too hard to care.



There we were, making promises to each other in packs,
bailing out every time someone failed to bother.
Fights and tiffs amidst love so different from eight years back,
holding on secretly to confusing fathers and mothers.




Now we have to make sure our kids don't fall,
make sure we have saved enough to last ten falls,
make sure we are there to cure our world,
whenever there is a chance to lose every bit of it all.

And then comes the part where we can't have our way,
watch out so that the cocoon of happiness doesn't constantly break,
hold on to everyone around so they don't complain
then return home with a heart as heavy as hell.



And all the promises to be there forever are broken forever,
with only a hope that tingles the heart with lies.
So when the lights in the city die out one by one,
all we can do is try to stir our heart to fight.



But when the soul is beat and the eyes so yellow,
the mind so numb and the heart so mellow,
All we can do is put the children's hearts in the little glass jars,
and lie down comfortably to stare at the stars.

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