Past is Present Feelings

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Song Lyrics  |  House: Booksie Classic

This started out as part of a song. Kind of a stand alone poem now. Wrote it while looking back on a past relationship.

Here we are lil ones running down a hill careful don’t trip.
I tag you, you hit me, we laugh about it later after I cry.

And here we are dancing in the moon light bathed in our own ignorance.
I chase you, you run away, that blue dress blowing in the thin crisp wind.

The trees are tall, you fall down I’m not quick enough to catch you.
Don’t let it hurt, not for a second because you were always tougher than me.

Let me bring you back up to when I was happy and stupid.
But full of bliss, and so were you those days flash by like they never existed.

You kick and scream on the floor and I don’t blame you, hair is blocking your eyes.
I wont leave you not like this, you never left me when I was drunk and dying.

Back to the beginning when we were young and we never heard of love.
We laughed back then but now we only see the clouds smudge out our sun.

Submitted: May 11, 2010

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You have captured that longing for things to be 'lovely' and 'perfect' again just as we remember them to be when we were young. Unfortunately, very often 'youth is wasted on the young'! A most enjoyable read, Brandon. Happy days.....Jerry (*_*)

Wed, May 12th, 2010 4:35am


'Youth wasted on young', very nice. Glad you enjoyed the peom.

Wed, May 12th, 2010 7:37am

Jamie Rambo

A wonderful piece and I have to agree with gerabel, youth is wasted on the young.

Thanks for the great read,

J. R.

Wed, May 12th, 2010 2:29pm


Thanks for the kind words. Gerabel is wise indeed ha.

Wed, May 12th, 2010 7:40am



Interesting, abstract, well written and presented. Liked the choice and treatment of theme.

Gave it an "I Like It" vote. As with your other postings. At times, without commenting.

Search YouTube for a music video of Emmylou Harris singing "How She Could Love The Wildwood Flower!". Expresses the message: "We all live though our finest hour with realizing it until after it has ended."

Thank you for becoming a fan. Most appreciative.

Happy trails,

Ed Bradley.

Sat, May 15th, 2010 6:46pm


Thank you for your gracious comment, it means a lot to me. Glad you enjoy my work. I will defiantly check out Emmylou Harris on youtube. Thank again.

Sun, May 16th, 2010 8:24am

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