PictureA Poem by PersephoneAs I sit on the floor Buried in an old box on a shelf A photo stands out among the hundreds
My seventeen year old self stares out at me Smiling
Little makeup on her face Bangs in her eyes No knowledge of worldly things
Happy in that moment Sitting next to the boy she believes one day she’ll marry
Here In the present I remember to value every moment For years and time go so fast © 2012 PersephoneFeatured Review
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Added on July 29, 2012Last Updated on July 29, 2012 AuthorPersephoneTXAboutAmateur writer. Eager to have my writings under another person's lens :) more..Writing
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