Monday, April 4, 2011

Trauma of Three / The Queasy GoodBye / The Frame on My Desk-II (what's in a title :) )

 
When I first saw you
I was incredibly small
I used to believe in unicorns 
 and was just 3 feet tall



Do you still remember?
how we had that terrible fall         
when we tried to balance
on your giant basketball?
All those things
From Barbies on our birthday
and hopscotch and cards
to being Picasso in May
and singing like retards

that rickety tree


And now that  you've gone


I no longer climb
on that rickety old tree
to see you on the other side
hanging and waiting for me


I no longer jump up and down
when Eminem sings on TV
and no longer LOL at Chris Brown
or make fun of Gwen Stefani

Now I'm the solitary one to tell
of how many butterflies we caught
or to enjoy, laughing like hell
every time our siblings fought

But just so you know
you still smile at me everyday
besides tulips in a row
through the frame on my desk

That very frame
flaunting two little girls
dressed all in pink
end of the flimsy trio
now all I do is B_L_I_N_K
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