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Kayla
written by tWiZtIdWiNgZ04:31 PM 2/4/05I relate back to the times we've spent,
No clue where they've went.
I dont know what I'ma do,
I'm going to miss you.
You've changed,
But you arent to blame.
I realize I've done my share of wrongs,
That never stopped us from downloading those freaky songs.
Lighting smoke balls off in my basement,
Climbing on baskets,
Trying to figure out how to shut the fire alarm off.
Playing basketball with my cat,
Throwing it around until it clawed.
Recall the cat and the vibrator?
Lighting Emily's stuff on fire,
Only because we didnt like her.
Roasting hot dogs on it..
Then we saved the ashes,
And you told your mom it was my dirt collection.
Remember the time we did our MC Hammer dance?
I'd love to give that a second chance.
All the pictures and videos we made,
Now only memories laid to rest.
I have to admit, those times were the best.
Remember the time we laid in the ditch?
Your mom thought we were dead...
Or maybe just messed up in the head.
I electricuted you,
I thought you werent gonna make it through.
Pinned down by the barbwire,
Screaming profanity...
Although it took me forever to hear you...
It looked like you lost your sanity.
I think your dog did,
We didnt see him for a looooong time.
All the times we hunted dead cows,
And strangely took pictures.
We thought your neighbors were crazy,
They starved little miss daisy. (Hehe)
Think back, the time in your field.
Ripping clothes on the fence,
Thinking up a plan to convince,
Those people were French and were lost,
So they didnt think we were roaming their yard.
We chased your dog screaming "El Brucio, Come Back!"
The night we sat in your room,
Singing "All The Small Things" at the top of our lungs until we couldnt do it anymore.
Remember Hairy, the cat molestor?
All the videos we made of him...
Probably my fondest memory...
Dressing up like clowns,
And standing in my neighbors drive way,
Waving like there was no tomorrow,
Until this dude pulled in and was like,
"Are you girls alright?"
I hid behind the tree and you came up with some blonde excuse.
.... Those were the days ....
You dont see how much I dont want you to go,
I dont want you to have the chance to throw,
All of our memories down the drain,
Just so you can spend every day,
Lonely, running in the rain.
I may mean nothing to you,
I'm sorry for the things I do.
If I would've known you were leaving,
I would've spent more time pleading.
It's your choice,
I just want you to hear my voice.
Know that I'll remember you.
Hopefully you'll still want to hang out,
Show our memories what it's all about.
If you dont,
Let me know.
It'll be hard, but I can let it all go. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by elfish88 (2-4-2005 - 08:03 PM)
| We do not remember days; we remember moments. ~Cesare Pavese |
by lilfukedupdragonlover (2-8-2005 - 07:48 PM)
| i really like that poem it made me cry. i want to show it to mi ex boifriend peachez if its ok with you. that was one of the most beautiful poems ive ever herd. |
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