Once, a shy girl: soft imploding,
Preset pillows, pressed decoding,
Colored contacts, carbo loading,
Lover, fighter, guard of dreams —
Then, a new boy: bright exploring,
Hope expanding, thoughts outpouring,
Dark hair shining, passions warring,
Writer, painter, all extremes —
Came a moment: golden gladness,
Manic mixture, molten madness,
Scenes of soon-forgotten sadness,
Two lives taken off of shelves
Once, a shy girl: gotten bolder,
Then, a new boy made to hold her,
One more day, but not just older,
Two new people, now
Themselves
This is just so fantastically ideological. If only in the real world…
It can and does happen in the real world. This poem is based on two people I know.
Then there’s hope for me and my dreams.
Just perfect, and I’m glad they exist!
And sometimes it can’t happen so one just has to find the strength to tighten up the warp on one’s own and go on weaving one’s way through life. It’s either that or fray and break.
aitd
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THIS speaks to me! Thank you
Love the visual imagery you conjure up with your words 💕
That was wonderful. 💜
beautiful love story
The is beautiful
I’m happy you are writing from people you know that makes it all the more better
wowww..just so mesmerizing and beautiful.. wish i could experience this
You may yet.
I hope
beautiful
Wow I love this. Reading this I could see the used little words that describes two people who came together to create a happy beginning leaving behind the sadness of the past. I don’t know how right I am but this is where it took me.