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Like a Little Girl

Poetry By: sunshine97

A past experience spat into words of when I tripped over some imagenary force into the void of a heart that was all but meant for me.

Submitted:Mar 3, 2014    Reads: 3    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

And to think I tripped, like little girl, over the edge of your iris

And into the endless abiss of those sparkling blue-green eyes

Without giving thought as to where I might land

Or where my heart might shred or scrape.

To think I even thought

Of allowing myself the luxury of the velvet daydream of you

Maybe asking me to a prom,

My thoughts dripping gold and smelling rancid with romance.

I could almost feel your warm, sturdy hand interwoven in mine;

Could almost induldge your hot breath on my bare shoulder

And hear the music and people dancing around us.

I melted into the pure happiness that your laugh reeked of and, with weak knees,

Gave in to that boyish, confident grin until it stained my memory.

My attention, without fail, always snagged on yout innocence:

It caught and mangled with the flirtatious brush or our skin

And twisted in a gruesome mess with my naive nature.

I look back now of course, and laugh right with you, because

As my raw and battered heart has healed,

I learned to let go with ease and carelessness;

Just like a little girl.


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