zaterdag 17 december 2011


Watching her beat her tambourine

My mind strolls along the highway of thoughts

I feel foreign and misplaced here

All those moments we sure had our sheer


She hits the right notes

Flying off and on

Cherubs watching us dance

The glory days and chance


We sure had our fun

As we were deadpan

Every time I wander off to the nostalgic

they seem more fluent and heroic


I really want to come

back to the days electric

But those days have long passed by


Fatal Flowers:

“Your younger days has sailed with the tide”

and that perfect melody plays

while she bangs the tambourine

Younger seen lesser days than me


Why would I head back?

Why would I head back?

While I’m already here?

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