Longing has long since ceased to encompass me.
Yearning no longer possesses me.
What fills me now is hopelessness.
Nothing I do or say
can change who youre becoming.
Nothing I do or say
can mold you into the person I know you could be.
Youre unrecognizable now,
oblivious to how completely they have changed
everything I loved about you.
When were alone though,
I know youre still there.
Traces of your presence
surround me
and stir up the forms of longing
I felt so long ago.
When youre around them though,
I dont exist,
swallowed by a different crowd,
one that doesnt fit
I was searching in my attic for an old soccer ball, one that would be a gift for my ever-growing nephew, that is if I could find it. Thats when I found you, or should I saw re-discovered you. It was just a two page program trucked in between some old memorabilia stuff, I had meant to go through and trash ages ago. As I picked up the piece of paper your eyes were smiling up at me a crease running over your mouth from years of being folded. Perched over your guitar, your favorite place more than likely, your smirk looked as if you had a secret, one you couldnt share, or wouldnt share.
I hadnt thought of you like t
The Misinformed Leader by musicgrl12589, literature
Literature
The Misinformed Leader
Okay, section and squad leaders lets go over your expectations for this week before band camp. This week youll be here from eight to three getting ready for your kids, but you should really be here at seven-thirty because as leadership you know that early is on time and on time is late. Oh and of course Ill hold you over because I dont really plan enough time for all the activities you need to get done so you wont really get out of here until at least three-thirty, but most of the time its four. So back to what you need to do this week; heres the list:
As the fog comes over
And covers the ground
Darkness sneaks in not as pleasently
As when I was here with you.
The leaves rustle
Restless as they watch the
Dying rose petals fall to the ground.
I sit
And wait for the haunting memories
To wash over me and immerse me
In their doom.
I can see us now
A year before.
Hand in hand we walked together
Fighting off the night
Watching the dew fall off the newborn petals.
How happy we were then.
I wish to live in this memory
Forever, but its grabbed away from me
With a shriek of goblin children
Running to another house of candy
And I am left here
Alone again to fight the night
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