Karima Puzon

(September 18,1991 / Philippines)

Passing Through


I passed through the apple trees that i crushed
I passed through the beehives i waved goodbye
I passed the car that makes me shout

I never look back on things
Not now, not ever
Even if you turn my head upsidedown

I passed on all the pains and sorrow
I passed on all the problems and mistakes
I passed through everything i never look for

I hate to do these things
But i have to move on
While the sun is moving northward
Not Eastward

I will never look back
Not at all
Never Ever again

I passed through everything
I stop and think
I turn around and look back
I realized
That I have passed through you

Submitted: Sunday, July 22, 2007
Edited: Wednesday, March 23, 2011
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