when I was young <br />And the days were sweet, <br />Hidden from the sun, <br />Was a den were we would meet. <br />Sat on a crusty carpet <br />of long dead leaves, <br />our two day hand holding <br />Romances were engraved upon trees. <br />Our dreams of the future, <br />were planned under <br />the spilt paint summer sky, <br />from within the red, blue and yellow, <br />winking stars mocked us, <br />with there bright blinding eyes. <br />Many summers did we spend, <br />dancing and dreaming, <br />laughing and scheming, <br />just you and me my friend. <br />Two but one, one but two, <br />eating each other words, <br />the way good friends do. <br />Yet after some years, <br />Time grew bored holding, <br />our innocece tight, <br />and eventually let go. <br />Like a heavy foot in fresh snow, <br />things would never be the same. <br />And over time the den of dreams, <br />collapsed under the burden of neglect, <br />Our lives would now pass each other, <br />where once they met. <br />Nights were spent drinking, <br />drowning all source of natural fun, <br />Days soon over, before they begun. <br />Sexual roads were travelled, <br />Drugged up holes were fallen in, <br />We drifted and then dissapeared. <br />twin memories the last remains of our past, <br />how our little lives flew by so fast. <br />The den like our little dreams as fragile as glass.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-time-let-go-of-my-youth/
