you're not the same
because now you look sad;
i remember how
you once looked glad.
we took our kites
to the top of a hill,
watching them fly
became our latest thrill.
you looked at me
and threw a kiss;
it became a moment
i couldn't resist.
we tumbled down,
rolled over the hill;
holding together
became our latest thrill.
your sparkling eyes,
the words said loud;
you might have quit
but you felt so proud!
you're not the same
because now you look sad.
i remember laughing
and how you got mad.
we opened a door;
i took the right,
you went left;
far from my sight
the sun rose;
it became noon
and i went now,
but you went soon.
on separate roads
beyond the town
i went up
and you went down.
you looked at me
and threw a kiss.
it became a moment
i couldn't resist.
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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