To be caught off guard,
When two strangers become intertwined-
Both expecting for it to be the wrong moment
But the perfect time-
Both become childlike,
Reminiscent of an old dream,
Caught up after a life time of chases
Effervescent in a crowd for only two to be seen.
Maybe it's the way you looked at me,
Pursed up against your bottom lip-
Maybe it's all those years hoping someone
Would recognize the heart that was unkempt-
Only for another to pick up where it left off, a lifetime away-
Maybe it's time to grab that spoon, for another life time awaits- another wrong moment on a perfect day.
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PoetryThe beginnings of love and loss; trials and tribulations of addiction and most of all, finding yourself at a crossroads. In dedication to the inner child; my heart bleeds for you for that I wasn't the adult you needed; however, through these words...
