Bum me a cigarette; buy me a beer.
Till I''m happy to be here.
(... Am i just a spark?)
Be like the flower
Who even gives its fragrance
To the hand that crushes it.
I can't laugh too hard, I'm on a diet.
(oh it's a riot)
I want back the years
that you took when I was young...
I was young...
I was young, but it stung.
(oh, take it all away)
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
For nothing gold can stay.
- Robert Frost
posted 9:13 pm on Monday, May 21, 2012 with 55 notes