 Everything
sweet
Farah Afshar
December 23, 2004
iranian.com How can growing up be fun
when everything that tasted so sweet
has escaped the touch of my hands
When I know if I go back , I'll
only see
everything I loved are gone or grown grey
and it's so strange that I
that little girl
have stood still
watching everything that tasted so sweet
turning sour
and the big world of my home
the big world of my street
the big world of my town
shrinking under my feet Will I ever get back what I had
if I cry day and night
every day, every night?
Will I ever get back what I had
if I stop growing up?
Will I ever get back what I had
if I pray for everything sweet to come back?
Will I ever get
back what I had
if I try to forget me
in this place, framed in this cruel time
and if I try to remember forever and ever
everything that tasted so sweet Will I ever grow small?
Will I ever forget?
Will I ever grow small if again I taste the yellow dates
Will
it ever again taste of me
standing in the warm breeze
in my green sleeveless dress
thinking of all the stories in my head
travelling far in the big ship
dancing away by the melody of blue waves, green palms and
the cuffing engine Will I ever forget
if I count to ten and over again
if I shut the doors
and stop looking at what passed me
when I was not looking
Will I ever forget if I change my name
tell everyone that knows me
I don't exist
I am not me
I never was
I am, still am, that little girl
thinking of the stories that never aged
and everything that tasted so sweet
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Everything
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