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of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
edited April 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
my own little birthday
song
that i can sing
with the wind in my hair
my baby days were
over
a long long time ago
but i feel i'm
still a baby
growing tall
and growing wise
with that soft
presence
and glow
i'll still be your baby
if you still let me
grow
i can be your
baby
if you still let me...
if you still let me...
be
me
"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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Comments

  • BuruBuru Posts: 8,473
    it's quite an innocent poem, don't be offended
    I liked how you ended it though

    :)
    y la banda de Guille... cuando toca?
  • KwyjiboKwyjibo Posts: 662
    Originally posted by of_the_girl

    if you still let me
    grow
    i can be your
    baby
    if you still let me...
    if you still let me...
    be
    me

    don't go to far
    stay who you are

    everbody knows, you only live a day
    but its brilliant anyway
    The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway, is that its you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

    I write down good reasons to freeze to death in my spiral ring notebook. But in the long tresses of your hair--I am a babbling brook.
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