Growing UpA Poem by Wild Willow BlueNever was easy..The buildings floated up on the day that I cheated the coffee spilled all over me your face remained a mystery a purple skirt it’s the addiction that got us Let’s cure the sickest minds in the back of a white van Cherry Pie you’re sweetest when I die She never saw it coming the meteor that struck her down she cried out your name I should have gone with him yesterday when the coffee spilled and the buildings floated we brandished those poppy swords and killed off the ghosts with butterfly nets The kids own the hearts and the cookies have seen the sun © 2012 Wild Willow BlueAuthor's Note
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Added on May 31, 2012 Last Updated on May 31, 2012 Tags: Growing Up, Older, Playing, Swords AuthorWild Willow BlueOHAboutI am 33. I am gay/non-binary. I started writing in 8th grade. The person whom I started writing because of, I never got a chance to thank. We were never good friends, but we knew each other. I owe her.. more..Writing
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