Before we begin, some of you may remember this poem. Back in early summer I submitted it for a contest and have recently received word that it will be published in a book!! The finished copy is much cleaner and simpler, but here it is again in its rawest and most original form! ♡
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The softest things seem to
Slip
Past our eyes without ever a
Second Glance.

When met with a second option,
Nostalgia and Regret
BATTLE
It out, fist to the flames.

head turns to my loyal disciple, pen at ready

He tells me honest emotions,
Ragdoll plagues drenched in

Formaldehyde wet-suits.

My heart a heavy
Disco
When your loving voice cradles me.

No, not a crush.
Our towers hold relationship rules
HOSTAGE.
Prayers for another at the
Altar of our Chapel.

Castle grounds of our giggles,
Bewitched by bangles of cedar cares.
Oblong shapes, color-coded and precise
Beg to be
BLED
Into blocks of games and fun.

Postscript to entertainer

Nothing is harmful
when I'm with my Lizzy...
No glimpses of future, but an eye on the past.
But, oh but for now,
Let us bask is rosy-cheeked riots
Friend of mine.