Heads forward, silk flowing, we talk Memories come back to our minds as we walk.
Misty eyed we say some of our last goodbyes.
Take the stage, shake the hand and start the next phase.
We've grown and we can grow still, repeat the cycle, reset the the swill and start clean anew.
These are occasions few, ready for something new but stay ambitious, and you'll make it through
Try your best to not get too dizzy but no shame in standing there spinning for a spell.
These next years are ours and the fruit is ripe, you misheard the serpent dear take a bite and open your mind.
It's a scary world full of fright but arm yourself with poets and painters alike It'll be fun to see where we go I hope you know
We'll pursue our true calling
And leave many crowds applauding.
So soak in the day you made it through
Because these are occasions few
Chase your dreams, do what you want to do
But keep in contact, I'll miss you.
YOU ARE READING
Palpitations in Love
PoetryBy products of an over read, under stimulated, & depressed romantic idiot.
