Forever Youth

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Forever Youth

It was a dance one early April night. I was having a blast while my daye looked like she wanted nothing more than to go back home and out of my sight. The old saying that our dates are as " beautiful as ever" remains for her of course untrue. Im sure of course looking back on those memories you are are thinking she'd say the same about you. Neither of us had fun and we were too different from each other. Looking at those pictures now made me realize she wanted nothing to do with that night nad i would have enjoyed it more with another. Suddenly after another awkward dance did my eye appear a good friend of mine with a camera and a smile of happiness and good chear. SHe wanted a picture of me with my hair colored yellow there was indeed no doubt. How that picture looked with two friends in forever yourh I would never find out. Because it was with her camera i never got a copy of our beautiful forever youth. I will never look into those eyes of mine so naieve and lacking of the worlds truths. Lacking of the cruelty that life shows to the world. Unknown is the wickedness in the hearts of man as i would take a decade longer to unfurl. Forever srmiling with a friend is how I'd like to stay. In the shape of my life but those das have gone awa. Forever frozen with long bleached hair. Now wiht a receading hair line i go through it searching for blonde tints but where. Forever attractive in a tox and bow tie. Now that is just a memory father time had tossed out to the sky. Forever adventurous athletic and free. But now when i look in the mirror i see a man whose grown up too fast and feels too old and yet that is me. Would i recgonize myself in the arms of that beautiful friend in my forever youth? To be honest i would assume someone stole it and thats the whole truth.

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

SuperDan’s Poems (37)

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WAKE UP! 0
I hate you guys 2
To My Friends 2
They Told Me So 2
Forever Youth 0
Da 3 Gangsta Pigs 2
Broken Soul 3
Is it worth it 10
Can you hear me when I talk to you? 6
My story 3
10 Rounds 4
What Happened? 4
Not Again 10
Where were you? 5
Gone 10
The Master Of Clockwork 7
Dying To Humiliate Chapter 5 1
Amaze 21
Dying To Humiliate Chapter 4 1
Letter to the people: Whoever wants to read it 4
You 11
Writers last stand??? 3
These Tears 5
Sometimes 4
HomeWrecker 11
Dying To Humiliate Chapter 3 1
Dying To Humiliate Chapter 2 3
Dying To Humiliate 5
This Sleepy Little Town 7
Why Cant I? 2
Over The Rainbow 2
An Angel On my shoulder 2
These Things Ill Never Say 2
The Wall 5
Our Dance 3
This Rose 5
I hate you 10