uhh this is the first poem i've ever written and i have no idea what to think of it. be brutal.
perhaps
perhaps the layers will peel themselves
and six years from now will come tomorrow
in the yellow morning
blinded bright cold on a bright hill
painted blue
remember this day here with me
and the days far away
the ones still to come
for the blue will fade from
the beginning that i was
and what remains is like the old song
that tells the tale of six years before
and what we have now
like a yellow chapter in a yellow song
that lasts eleven minutes instead of four
perhaps
2007-12-12
10:44:20
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