Life Of A Salesman.

Sometimes I close my eyes..
but I wont open them,
everythings so different from when,
I’d play and scrape my shins,
to be a kid again…

At others the rain would call..
We’d sleep outside during fall,
the stars were our only light,
we’ll alway have that breezy night,
I wish we didnt fight…

And i try, but im too shy..
My eyes arent opening,
im too busy imagining,
When I was kid again,
Where has my goldfish been..
I barely remember him..

For all these uncertain years,
We’ll both just come to tears,
and the last thing she hears,
“You”ll find a better man,
just how you imagined him..”

To be that unhurt kid again..

And now I’ve opened an eye,
to the truth of this strange sky,
It does its best to lie,
as the clock ticks to when I’ll die..

and now the other eye..
The price was much too high,
now that I’ve seen my life,
will be so full of strife..

The tears and feelings come too fast..
I’d never leave you in my past,
You were the end, now lets begin,
Back when we can be kids again..

 

I’d Give everything to have it again..granted though I have nothing at present but pain.

I cleaned out all my comments in an effort to rid myself of some people that cuased me painful memories.Sorry honest-caring-commenters…re-comment away!

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