by whitehorse


i sat down on the dancefloor
and watched the legs sway
while my date danced with another boy
who had come alone.

perhaps it was the fact that it was the last dance
or maybe the idea that i would have rather sat
that filled me with a sharp pain

all my life i have been included
i have been a part of something
i was born as white as bulbs
and i will die as clear as autumn

you see people tend to forget
exactly what they knew soo well
at this age

and maybe that wont justify my words
but that will make them soo much eaisier
to swallow

because a nature poem will last
it will stand the test of time.

"so the ocean creapt up to the shores
as the apple tree gave its lifes work to us
to pick
to eat
to spread around,
and just like my mother it grew twisted.
its fruit became bitter.

yet they never fall far from the tree"