I needed a couple of poems to end the "chapters" of the book, and I've been kicking some ideas around for a while... This one actually came out on the way home! Thankfully, I keep a notebook in my car now, so I scribbled parts out while I was waiting at the lights...
The End Of July
Waiting for the world to end
Counting down the minutes
I know it couldn't last forever
The year slowly rolls on
All the passionate nights
Couldn't save our love
But how we fought against the end of July
Recoil from the flames
That burn us both alive
We've both grown up too much
How can anyone stop
The rolling of the year
The love that grows cold
It's so cold at the end of July
My icicle princess
Your broken leper messiah
We can't fly anymore
While we're arm in arm
The desolate fighting
All the passionless nights
Point the path we both tread
That leads to the end of July
About Me
- DrSketch
- If you've never heard of me before, how did you find your way here? Nevermind, doesn't matter. Everyone calls me Dr Sketch, and I write poetry. Some of it's happy, some of it's sad, not all of it is good, but I try to only put up the best of it on here. I'm not very "regular" about updating, but try to get one or two updates a week done...
No comments:
Post a Comment