this world’s turned around
ten thousand times or more
since last that I saw...
since last that I was
yours
this world’s spinning fast
it’s ricocheting me away
and soon I’ll be so far gone
the past will be a haze
a haze of blue and gold
a blur of green and gray
a place I always go
the place you always
stay...
the world's turned around
now I am the only one who knows
the last time I saw
the last time I was
yours.
NOTE- the title comes from a song by Deana Carter.
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Dear Sara, thanks for visiting my site and reading the usual.
I have a problem with my eyes, reading is becoming difficult...
your december poem is just as beautiful as the sadness it fell in love with.
I am feeling wasted and broken these days.. it is the passing of the year I think ...
will come back recharged to smell the lilies..
your friend
shakir
I dont have the vocabulary or right words to describe this-but it really touches me. I love the haze he or she is stays in. Great work.
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