Southern Sunshine

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a pretty personal story. I hope you enjoy!

Submitted: October 07, 2009

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Submitted: October 07, 2009



Southern Sunshine

Shut up and confined in the halls of business, where time passes by and my life be colored drab.

It was too long until I could ride home in a shed; where the rain lay.

I remember the feeling of Summer nights and weekends.

When the ocean flowed, and I swung my feet around your pickup truck where the daisy flowers grew beneath your feet.

Smelled like wet grass.

I reckoned we'd be back soon.

We drank offbrand soda and got a feeling when it dripped down our throats.

Drive, drive drive down Kentucky intersections.

Directions now switch.

I was sitting on a Florida window pane, with my cellular device attached to my left ear.

My right hand was tucked behind strings of my long brown hair.

"Where are you right now?"

You whispered, as a romantic promise.

Hold the glass of wine that is coated with sand. Create an embrace of a visual hold.

Avalon. Avalon.

We boarded the box car.

We began to seize the day,

on a bench adorned with little souls who have this experience to look forward to, while I saw it as a brass time clock weighing on my neck.

Park benches and record store corners,

sweet love exchanged with the touch of a few tips.

The child of mine looked through me.

Would you kill the lights?

Would you kill the lights on my memories and save the lightbulb of my grief?

Here we go, walking through antique shops, synthesizers blare into the aspects of southern hospitality aligned with the dawn.

With your kiss, I transport.

Now, back into the halls,

were my mind which is colored grey and the feelings held captive.

Oh, dear southern Georgia sun,

where have we been and what have we done?

Tucked into our drab colored minds are promises we have not forgotten.

Our lives will get better,

just you watch.

Under the neon lights of the shopping mall and the blaring synthesizers.

I will hold,

if you dare.

Southern Sunshine.

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