Marigene Willson's Writing Workshop

WA 5, Draft 1

I'm sorry if you don't think that it's right that we're
growing apart so fast-
just start with the downcast looks and the distant smiles
that i get from you.

And i come home to see that the only thing i have is lacking
so i start in again-
i was never good for anything anyway.

And i'm so sorry if i don't always treat you like i think so
but maybe, since i hurt you so-
you could take a stab back at me.

But people like you can't just come and go-
you stare out the window, you move too slow
for me; for me.
No, No, No, people like you can't come and go-
just let things ice over, they'll never show
but you'll see, oh you'll see.

i know that faithful stare:
looking out the window thinking just how bare
the ground looks at this time of year.
but i promise that when things move fast
and all good memories seem to pass you bye,
that i will gaurantee these days will end,

these days will end; so don't bend those knees.
these days will end. you'll mend.
just don't bend so soon.

posted by Marigene Willson @ 7:07 PM