They Laugh Until They Cry


  • Lost Love

    They Laugh Until They Cry

    Take me out,
    Take me out to winter, to color, and to ignorance
    Where she whispers in his ear, and loves with no fear,
    And the automobiles drive themselves,
    And the monsters stay in the closet,
    Where she walked through strawberry fields with a blindfold,
    Just holding his hand.

    Take me out,
    Take me out to summer,
    Where his friends were all brothers
    And they painted the forests red and white
    They went to the bayou,
    The marquee and the drive-thru,
    Where they laughed until they cried…

    Now she knows better, the blindfold is tethered,
    And she sees him in full light.
    And as she gets farther,
    He grabs her hands harder,
    And screams at her not to let go.
    The monsters are now out of his closet,
    And she‘s married to some sort of artist,
    And now they live in a house on some exotic road.

    And his friends grew older,
    And all the memories blew over,
    Along with the dried paint and snow.
    They invite themselves over every other summer,
    And they all laugh until they cry.

    All of them laugh until they cry
    They all laugh until they cry…

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    sammia commented on They Laugh Until They Cry


    this is wow what can i say wordCollective said everything that needs to be said, I cant believe that u are only 19 years old this is amazing well written and its deep with emotions. I could feel, sense and see what u have witten here, Great job and keep writing

    wordCollective commented on They Laugh Until They Cry


    I cant belive youre 19! Youre much wiser than that...



    Thank you for all your comments and ratings on my work, I really appreciate it

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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