Slow Song


Lying on the grass,

Looking at the sky.

Lying on my back,

Trying not to cry.


The words are hard to say,

Weighing down like lies.

Choking them out anyway,

I hide from your gray eyes.


“What good will it bring?”

I whisper at your side.

“You're leaving me tomorrow;

We should just say goodbye.”


You pull me to my feet

And slowly turn me ‘round.

The notes you sing are high and sweet,

But they still pull me down.


One last slow song,

One last summer day;

Bittersweet and so wrong,

Like we might just fade away.


As beautiful as a secret,

As delicate as glass;

I walk away with these regrets;

I knew it couldn't last.




The End

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