The Planets-Saturn
how many hours have passed?
how many minutes have fled?
how many seconds have I suck open my thumb?
not knowing how useful it wasn't
my eyes
my eyes have seen such many things
things that linger in my mind
things that have been long forgotten
things I wish that I have never been a part of
things I wish i could tell myself to follow
but all these eyes tales have already passed
and cannot be retold for my benefit
which I'm sure many others could do the same
if the fortune came to them
heavy are these lids creased with small...
wrinkles?
so many wrinkles
so much heaviness
heavy
heavy
heavy
heavy
so much weight on me!
I cannot breath in such foamed air
was I young?
did my skin not have these
many written sentences across them?
each of them speaking in cursive
when I dated
when I lied
when I paraded
when I cried
what age did I turn into
that has made me not remember
my love of youth?
Copyright © Jessica Arteaga | Year Posted 2010
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