If At First We Don't Stop and Smell the RosesA Poem by Regina K. Pride"I wanna know what love is... I want you to show me..."
Then he holds my heart in his hands:
I know this is not a dream because I haven't woken up yet. Five years from now we sit in a booth at his favorite coffee shop. We mask our true feelings in our mugs but we both know what's coming next. He asks to see me another time, somewhere time can catch up to us. I write poems on my wrists and they're all about him. When we see each other again, he wears a grin as wide as a crater. We escape to the countryside to see the stillness of the stars. He points one out and says I can have it; I have never owned a star. We walk back to the city taking a hidden trail that leads us patch working future things, intangible things, that's when I realize he's so good at stitching love to my jacket. And yet I'm haunted by fall out and stumbling backwards, but he grabs my hand and pulls me forward... Here I am standing on the sidewalk remembering I forgot my car keys, turn around and there he is spilling coffee from his favorite coffee shop all over his tie. I apologize, offering to buy him another cup, he smiles and says, "I have a better idea." © 2014 Regina K. PrideReviews
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StatsAuthorRegina K. PrideFLAboutHi Guys! So I haven't been very active lately because of my tumblr blog and my new YouTube channel and college, but I'm getting back to my writing. Today is the release of my first poetry book. You sh.. more..Writing
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