February 18, 2009
More by this author
You left this mediocre city,
That couldn't care less if it lost
Another civilian.

Packed up your t-shirts and guitar,
And headed towards something more
By force.

You left this school that wont miss
Another face in another crowd,
Standing out.

Settled somewhere near the Mississippi,
Where the jazz roots run deep.

Will you finish that song
You said was mine?

you left me
Who will miss the boy
With the guitar,
Who had something more to play for
Before he abandoned his home.

Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

Site Feedback