Clmnt

27Aug ‘10

Is there really that kind of forever, forever unchanging
The beauty we’ve once embraced never shattered
Make rapidly passing time unable to run wild on my face
Make the separation of life and death distant

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Is there really that kind of tear that can wash away remorse
Transform into a rainstorm falling on a street I can’t return to
Give me one more chance to rewrite the story
To offer the apology I’ve owed him all my life

Is there really that kind of world, where the sky never goes dark
The stars and sun and everything listens to my commands
The moon doesn’t wax and wane, spring isn’t far away
Twigs hold tightly onto their leaves

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Is there really that kind of rose that never wither
Forever proud and perfect, forever uncompromising
Why does life turn out to be like a scrap of paper
Not like a flower petal that was once splendorous

Is there really that kind of bookmark that can stop on that day
At that most innocent, smiling face and that most beautiful year
A backpack filled with cakes and sodas
Eyes devoid of suspicion and wrong-doing, let us be outlaws

Is there really that kind of poem that doesn’t end
Youth forever halted in our own time
All the boys and girls have guitars and dancing shoes
Laughing and forgetting life’s suffering, just knowing its sweetness

Is there really that kind of tomorrow that lets me live all over again
To once again experience the yesterday I squandered
Whether surviving or living, I won’t waste a moment
Won’t let this story be so filled with regrets

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I sit before the bed watching my fingertips already like smoke