A letter to people from my past by Tangled-Tales, literature
Literature
A letter to people from my past
You just can't go back,
even to the times you once thought were the greatest.
It's like the playground you played on as a child.
You have endearing memories of the unique mixture of warm mulch and cool metal,
but when you return to it years later,
it's not quite how you remember.
The once large play area now seems small compared to the large cities you've explored.
The slide that once seemed to go on for miles
is nothing compared to the walks and runs and car rides you've been on:
the thousands of miles you've conquered.
The swing that once made you feel like a bird high in the sky hardly gets you off the ground-
feet dragging.
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Babe I know this ain't going to be poetic or nothing,
But y'know I just have a need to express my feelings:
*Excessive throat clearing*
Roses be red and them violets be blue,
I'm the only Asian kid in the ghetto;
What's up wit chu?
You lookin' at me like, damn you're fine!
Babe you know you blow my mind.
I may not be tall,
But my height is just right.
I'mma sleep on yo chest,
When you get cold at night.
And if yo boyfriend is big,
Then I'mma run right now.
Cause, I don't wanna look like my face is DOG CHOW,
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So uh, I'm losin' my train of thought,
I think this is all I got.
Babe I think you're hot,
Gimme yo number, uh, befo
I once knew a boy
Who carried his dreams on his back
And kept them together
In a burlap sack,
Which he hoisted
And heaved
Until finally
He'd leave
Usually in the same way
That he came,
With a bag full of dreams
A back full of pain
And with nowhere left to stay.
This boy
Though so small
carried it all
Without a single complaint,
While his legs seemed to stall
And continually tried to fall
At every bump in the road.
But on the boy walked
He could not be stopped
On his quest to keep his dreams.
So to help him along
I sang him a song
So mellifluous
And so sweet
It became a lullaby
And slowly shut his eyes
So he could finally go to sleep.
And