Francesca

Francesca Sep 2013

365

I have the world on my thigh-
Studded black and blue and purple.
I have some ideas in my head and color in my eyes.
I have a house full; a home, with belled lights and painted frames.
I have a future, a voice, an opinion to make, warmth and kindness and ears to hear.
Yes, there are stars in the sky and leaves on trees, freckles and smiles and art.
I have bricks to stack and bridges to burn...
Oh darling,
if I only had you.

Francesca Jun 2013

Mental Math

I am singing your song still,
long after you have gone.

I'm beside myself with the memory of your words,
And how they pierced through the layers of complications
that plagued our noble attempts.

When logic stands, I start to understand our caution,
and side with the distance we've built.

But when your song begins to play,
I start to regret those words I didn't say,
and wonder if we had it wrong.

Francesca Mar 2013

Forward

Darling, did I jump the gun?
Did I make you dig too deep?
Did I expose your skeletons and ruin your fun?
Did I make you think?
Excuse me for my complexities,
And bright eyes calloused with fear.
It seems I may have jumped the gun

it seems you weren't ready to hear.

Francesca Mar 2013

To the Top

You’re on your way little friend,
To hope, to success, to the bend
In the road that will make you choose
What you want, what is right, what you can’t refuse.
And you’ll decide, little friend,
What hopes to nurture, what scars to mend.
And you’ll pick right,
Little friend.
You’ll follow the light to the end, little friend.
So breathe, smile, fear not,
Little friend,
For you have nothing to lose.

Francesca Dec 2012

Small

I know our time was short, if you could say it was time at all.

I know it may be my stupid pride, which always comes before the fall.

I know I prance on by you, acting confident and tall.

But late at night as I’m falling asleep…

I think of you and feel small.

Francesca Dec 2012

Our World

The world we created together is gone.
The world of civil wars and his and hers.
The world we created together with the spark of kiss and the endless night.
We were freer than the birds and as tall as the lions,
But we both knew the vacation could only last for so long…
Stories of lost shoes and parking lots,
train tracks and beaches,
now fall on silent ears,
Absorb into the grassy hills and frothy shores of our failed relationship.
Songs were never sung and maps became useless
Without explorers to search them.
I packed my bags, you bought your ticket and we both kissed our world goodbye.
You locked the gates
I barred the windows,
And we both began the long journey home.
We left our world to become a ghost town, forever harboring the secrets of the summer we spent there.
I grew up and you moved on, while meanwhile the world we loved worsened.
What once was thriving and vibrant,
Is now abandoned completely,
Left to rot away and fall apart.
Never to be vacationed to again.
We will never again explore its shores or lie in its fields.
We will never rest in its shade or swim with the tide.
I won’t enjoy its childish dreams or take comfort from its moon.
You’ll forget how those yellow fireflies and red tents transformed you into a little boy,
And the colorful soft streams demanded your love.

— The End —