Love,
nonreturnable, left standing
on the sidelines.
A dark mass of jaded dreams
dumped in the corner.
Young again,
I do not wish to be
a participant
in broken promises,
lies and juvenile heat.
KMC Oct, 14th 2009
This poem wrote itself as I listened to the song :
Love is For the Young by the Steve Kuhn Trio.


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They are not forgotten.
That intensity had an excitement that is not necessary for me now.
But it did lend an amazing drama to those days.
" broken promises,
lies and juvenile heat."
everyone probably experiences that..maybe a right of passage..
?
you're not doing it?
:9
i ned to talk to you ..
we are Wayyy over due..what happened? your fault..lol..
i am goiing to work..
how about sometime tomorrow eve?