Dear Friend
Picturebook
Gray, rounded stones cover these streetsAnd scold our feet with every print we leaveWhite picket fences fade to black andRelentlessly hold the memories that we lackTall, pepper trees send our minds to be freeAnd mold seats for the summer heat.Short-tempered children shoot their gunsAt the Indians and quit games they've just begunKeen to my surroundings, I gather my own findingsAnd write them all in this bookSeen only, you doubt me, I'd rather find picturesWithout me that I took of youDays when the main event is restWe try our best to make the most of it, most daysWith nights as cold as iceA blanket should sufficeAnd maybe a movie or twoAnd all I can think of are the past summers' peaceful timesAnd all I can write down are things that remind me of this townLetras de cancionesAnd all I can say is I miss the old daysAnd all I can want is you by my sideI know what it feels like to be aloneDuring summer months, I stayed at homeAll that I owned was a picture book to call a friendI love how you said, "I'm here 'til the end."
From Letras Mania