what do you say..
when all the skies
are sunken and gray..
when processions
of black gather
and talk..few words
are spoken..few words
are said..and so I
drift off to unconsciousness
and I dreamed of flowers
screen printed and designed
on cottoned quilted
sailing letters..
playing skip to my lou..
and wishing I could surrender..
to you..
stolen a relapse
of mentalated stew..
I'm breathing now..
and thinking of you..
I feel the grass
beneath my feet..
and the sun on my face..
and a cold wind blowing
and try to hold my shame..
so I throw you a kiss
of bittersweet sunshine..
remember the death
of innocence..
so aching and tender..
just try to remember..
I'm just a boy..
a toy's r us kid..
By Rick Weber
January 15, 2012
copywritten
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