Old Records

Old Records

Old Records

Hot, red cheeks – streaked with tears
Accumulated through the years
That’s just from living in the past
A new beginnings here at last

Yes, a chapter – Brand New Book!
Don’t turn back nor take a look
For salt already came from eyes
So we will not believe their lies

Tales of ancient, Tales anew
Help concoct another brew
That one’s stale like moldy bread
Need one now to soothe my head

Ah…thank you tales…
Now to strike with pen

There will be no plot
There will be all fresh characters
There will be indifferent moments
There will be much action
There will be no ending

Rosy cheeks are the result
Because there was no seeking fault
Like old records played again
Old stories sound distorted


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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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