i guess I’m sorry
i guess i stuck around too long
waiting for your eyes to look like floodlights
thinking they could bring me home
and i know it kills you,
i know it kills you being sixteen
out of place and cigarettes
with all these strangers in the backseat
that you almost call your friends
pining for the broken sky
you hold it up alone at night
star stained pepsi cola smile
soundtracked to the 1975
The intense poignanct of this
The intense poignanct of this poem is beyond my poor words to describe.
Starward
I must
say that you wrote this forty years too late for me,
i guess it is like they say,
"better late than never"
your words bite with a rendezvous ala Déjà vu
for me
needless to say this goes into THE WORLDS BEST POETRY COPYRIGHT 1904
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot
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im flattered thank you always
Can't Let...
this one go by without saying, EXTRA ORDINARY write. Glad I found you today - "...I know it kills you being sixteen/out of place and cigarettes..." nice. Clear - Just Bein' Stella
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why thank you very very much, it means a lot