Sally, the wordsmith, Poet essayist
You’re the childhood road runner
Divine word receiver
Can I take your hand?
Let’s go for a dance.
I’ll carry your luggage, Towards the parking lot
You’re sober, romantic, Unapologetic.
Can I take your bags?
Let’s go for a trek?
Sharing is caring, But except for you Sally.
You’re demanding, free spirited
A flower in restraint
Never a cold day, warming sun giggles
Don’t you hurry, your childhood
Seven Year’s too short.
Don’t you get upset,
Until my eyes are wet.
Well everything’s just a glitch in my head
Time traveling’s a future scope.
You and him’s a proof of concept.