Marigene Willson's Writing Workshop

WA 5, Draft 3

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

Ohhh, I come home to see that the only thing I have is lacking
so I start in again-
I was never good to you for anything anyway.

But 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.

BRIDGE

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 can 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 @ 6:29 PM