In four years
I will be grown
I will no longer be a little kid
Sitting in my father's truck
A ford from 77
That he sold that when I turned thirteen
Even though he promised it to me
In four years
I won't live in the house
My parents bought when I was six
I won't drive through the hill country
With my parents
And I'll wonder to myself where the time went
In four years
I'll look back on these days
Like fond memories of the past
But currently they are moments
But with each second
They pass
So slowly they go by
And now I think to myself
Along with everyone else
Why does the time go by this fast
Grown Up
More by meandpaul
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bittersweetness in the air
at the beginning of the end
you went to shake my hand
i followed it with an embrace
for i could not face
what i knew would come
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in the darkness of my night i pray for you
i think of you every night
as the calmness of the dark
washes over me
comforting me
as i pray that i'll see you again -
Fear of the heart
i'm afraid of tomorrow
as it creeps slowly along
like snail it moves
leaving a trail of past
failures and mistakes
edging closer and closer
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