she emerged from the
small home
into the thick
late afternoon air
she could feel a storm
in the close
brewing just along
the tips of her
fingers
obscuring the horizon
looking up for a
while
she daydreamed of
happier things
like the way lightning
looks
in darkened shades
an arm around her
shoulder
& a glass of pink
champagne
a beating heart
within her head
but it all ends up with
rain instead
tell her tall tales
& she won't worry of
your height
unless you are the monster
she's been dreaming of
at night
Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 6:56 PM UTC
she emerged from the
small home
into the thick
late afternoon air
she could feel a storm
in the close
brewing just along
the tips of her
fingers
obscuring the horizon
looking up for a
while
she daydreamed of
happier things
like the way lightning
looks
in darkened shades
an arm around her
shoulder
& a glass of pink
champagne
a beating heart
within her head
but it all ends up with
rain instead
tell her tall tales
& she won't worry of
your height
unless you are the monster
she's been dreaming of
at night
Request permission to use this poem