WinterA Poem by Ivy
You're a yard sale treasure caught in between a fresh start and the s**t
that ripped you up before. You're in love with the milk man and the paper boy and the girl with hands just big enough to dry your tears, but she's shy about her soft side and you're shy about most all of yours. She's got your eyes on the stars as she draws the lines between the heavens and your footsteps like gossamer dreams you haven't seen in a decade. It didn't take her much to get you, but it took you a lifetime to see her come and minutes to see her go. You're a yard sale treasure making your way around a big city you can't see but from windows worth freedom and hands worth happiness. © 2011 Ivy |
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Added on May 23, 2011 Last Updated on May 23, 2011 AuthorIvyCAAboutHere's my poetry. The good, the bad, the downright horrendous. Take it for what it's worth. If you choose to critique it, be brutal. Poets of interest: William Shakespeare, E.E. Cummings, Sylvia Pla.. more..Writing
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