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Dec 2015
Fingertips like a ghost, he whose soul you've longed to touch
A whisper in the light of mourning
No darkness.
The baby comes in crawling, a trail of spit leaves a path
Two soft cries in the distance.

He dances with you, a bell of laughter ringing in breathless air
The earth’s moon hears the telephone from miles away
She doesn't pick up though you reckon it's worth it.
Takes you home.

Twinkling bright eyes staring back at you
The day you learned everything, toes on cold pavement
Wished you hadn't.

It's waiting to ****** you when your smiles are erased
Placed with something new.
Trying out my poem writing skills, a scholarship offer is coming up. Anyway, this is about innocence/growing up. All that jazz that adulthood does to you. (cracks knuckles) Getting to it!
Written by
thekindtocriticize  united states, az
(united states, az)   
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