Claimer: Okay, it's late, so lets just say this is all mine, no plagiarizing, yadda yadda…
September 2, 2003
Hey, look at this outside…
The sky is falling, you know
He told me while holding
His breath, waiting for a miracle.
The haze is rolling in and I
I watched the clouds and our fingers up
Against the glass beneath,
Cold despite the heat of feeling and harvest suns.
The breeze, it echoes
Stars and ancient things
Waiting to be discovered
With too little time to find them
He's telling me some silly nonsense
About taking over the world
And filling my room with butterflies and
We decorate the sky with outer space and
Laugh away the clouds of summer end.
A/N: Yes, yes. I know. Very short, but I actually think this is one of my favorite poems. Written while trying to concentrate on stupid feudal systems and the commercial revolution. Requiem for summer and friends that had to be parted for the coming school year.
The beginning conversational sequence was tweaked a little, I admit *sheepish smile*, but it WAS something like that and then he said: "Doesn't the sky look like its gonna fall on us or something?" (Kind of a moment thing. Yes, a bit long and unrhythmical for the poem, so I had to cut it down).
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