CLICK AND OPEN NEWSLETTER TO VIEW COMPLETE ISSUE

_________________________________________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

There's a bench atop owl hill,

And i'm hiking up

Just one more time

To see the sunset with you.

The leaves are

Gold and

Green and

Brown, with acorns falling all around.

And not for the first time

On our way up

I stop.

Do you remember

Pirate ships and

Dinosaur teeth and

Eating chips?

The afternoons spent

Molding mud to clay,

Mornings spent watching

Old blue jays?

Sunscreen spray and

Old nicknames?

Picnics with frogs and

Old space days?

Scooters and

Jump ropes and

Basketballs?

Nothing but fun days

In the fall?

Orange popsicles and

Petrichor and

Flopping down in the

Great outdoors?

Broken hearts and

Startling songs?

For the first time

In a long time

The fog clears

And we can see

The bench on owl hill.

Sit down with me

One more time.

Let's watch the sunset

And lean on each other

Till the moon rises

And we walk down owl hill

For the last

time.

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

Little white lies

And strawberry skies

Promise I’d fight

For you

You kiss my hand

And say you understand

But really you

Don’t have a clue

Cause I’d crawl to the edge

Of the earth and back again

Just for the pipe dream

That we could stay more than friends

I’ve read this book before and I

Don’t like how ends

But you know I’ll keep

Coming back again

Sat on the porch

I love you more

Please don’t get bored

Of me

Cause I know your type

You just love for the high

You get your hit

Then you leave

But you curse all the girls

To love you like moths love a lamp

Rave of her radiance

Then ruin her on a whim

Just to fall back in my arms, your vicious

Cycle never ends

Cause you know I’ll keep

Coming back again

Maybe we’re both a little bit toxic

Cause I can’t move on and you can’t love with logic

Maybe my love life was doomed from the start

And you don’t intend to shatter my heart

But you do it all the same

Guess I’m the one to blame

But you twist your words

Keep me guessing at what you meant

Spoon feed me just enough hope

To keep me codependent

Never reveal where we stand cause baby

You thrive on the suspense

Cause you know I’ll keep

Coming back again

Say I’m done but you know

I’ll come back again

Kiss me once and I’m

Back again

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

Art made from recycled, reclaimed, repurposed, or sustainable materials.

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

_______________________________________________________________

curated by the Lipscomb Academy yearbook mizpah staff

faculty advisor : Erin Rickelton

Lipscomb Academy

https://www.lipscombacademy.org/arts/visual-arts