Picnic BlanketsA Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell
I've been attempting
to bypass cliches for as long as I remember boxes of chocolates triggered my gag reflex, I laughed at couples sitting on picnic blankets but last night I put my arm around you and you leaned against my side real close and at that moment, I had to chuckle because you fit so well there, and it's like we were two puzzle pieces finally finding somewhere to go and that trite thought rolled around inside my head for a while, and I thought I would cringe at it but all it did was bring a grin to my face and I found myself paying less attention to whatever was on TV
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Added on February 29, 2016 Last Updated on February 29, 2016 AuthorEmmy J.M. PowellAbout22 year old hag with frequent mental collapse, a mineral collection, and an addiction to reptiles “And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to.. more..Writing
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