as i sat
on the
over occupied
school bus
we hugged
a corner
never letting go,
it seemed.
i saw a small girl
laying on the hood
of an old rusty truck
like one you would see
in the revival
of an iconic 80's movie
she sat
with such grace,
and such poise.
she was eclectic
we locked eyes
through the dirty
window in front
of my unfamiliar face
she spoke to me
her eyes
took my hands
and she whisped me
into a carefree
static world
where i could be youthful
once again
where i could
love me.
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flecks of charisma
Poetry(old bad poetry don't read pls ahhh) flecks of charisma is a quintessential guide to not knowing how you're feeling, not knowing how to deal with it, but knowing how to adjust your life around it. some days are tough and some days can elongate into...
