Those Days Are Long Gone

A Boy With Roses

eyes brimming with unavailing hot tears                                                                      

a young bird said to me                                                                                                    

life is out of reach, a corner street away                                                                          

never thought I'd be here, four years later                                                                          

filled with heavy breaths and dependency                                                            

building sandcastles out of fickle hope                                                                          

I carve my name on wood                                                                                                

the carrottop hills and the horses, the days of fun                                                                      

those days are long gone                                                                                          

those days are long gone. 

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 19th, 2022 18:43
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  • jarcher54

    You stunned me with "Life is out of reach." Such a beautiful dark expression. Only you... thanks



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