Poems from Henson
HOW
After all these years
After all these fucking years
HOW
Do I still feel the same
HOW
After all these years
After all these fucking...
The autumn wind,
Brisk and fresh,
Blows a familiar feeling of hopefulness
Towards young lovers.
Two souls,
Each sharing one thought of one...
To my suprise I still had my shoes on,
which is funny, usually my shoes are first to go
Then after that, the socks are next
I slowly pull...
thick moist air filled my lungs
i exhaled
as i looked around the sauna like forest
with all of its moisture and foggy air
the smell of heat...
im neurotic
im upset
depression taught me a lesson
aggresion just made me forget
the good times
the bad times
the memories we didnt make...