Mine.
They pull and cascade like a graceful pas de deux.
It reminds me of those years we tried ballet.
When the tutus bounced up and down with our plies.
When we were destined to a forever kinship.
Now we look and memories flash, emotions flood, but before it becomes a gaze you break away again. Like you always do.
I waited you know. That night on the swings. When you sent me that SOS call and I dropped my landline and ran. I waited until sunrise,
I guess you're fine by now. I think I left part of me on that playground because my heart grew a little harder, more careless. Less loving.
I drink now. Most the days start off with a tonic and gin.
Although I wouldn't call it a sin,
my thoughts need their edge taken off -
and that's precisely what it does.
I don't think as grand and ambitious as I used to, momma calls it growing up. I'm not sure what to believe. But what do beliefs matter anymore,
this world is a cruel place. The more you expect from it the less you receive.
Damn thing.
I hope the most for you.
I hope all the warm cookies out of the oven and as many snow angels as your little body can make,
most of all I hope in the end you found someone who tugs on your heart sting more then you do mine.
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The Feelings of A Modern-Day Flapper
PoetrySo I would probably have fit well in the 20's....I've always been bordering the line of free spirit and no cares.
