Swings

by Chained4ever   Apr 26, 2007


I stand here next to the swings we used to play on.
Now we have grown.
And they are rusting.
We went back and forth never knowing we would come apart.
I push them hearing sounds that bring back the past.
BAck and forth wishing to be stuck int he past with you.

Dedicated to Josua Martinez.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Gem

    I thought this was well though out for such a small poem.
    I think everyone associates swings with love in a way
    love it
    5/5
    *Gem*