old poem from high school part II

The Deeper We Cut, the Closer We Are

 

We know and forget our everythings

And show

The simple pleasures of our only fates

For sure we regret our anythings

And throw

All inhibitions of our wasted saints

 

We grow

Into our misconceptions

To think that we could make it all the same

 

You'll know

When we incise sharp razor blades

That to bleed for me would erase all the blame

 

Its too late for you to know

We pass on down the winding road

To think, to know, to show, to grow

Are only reminiscent of the yesteryears we sold

Bronsen K. Kawewehi

Copyright ©2008  Bronsen K. Kawewehi

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