Wondering thoughts shifted
to memories that like to hang
sporadically down a hallway
that never ends.
And somehow
I stumble upon you,
frozen at age thirteen,
at a time when a smile
never left lips.
You were a girl,
who clung to the word simple.
Cold air curled around exposed flesh
as we stepped out onto the ice rink.
That was your true home.
Corner store food
filled empty pockets,
replacing home cooked meals.
And romance at that time
consisted of movies
and awkward hand holding.
This was the girl I fell in love with.
Not the one with cigarette smoke
that liked to hang off every inch of fabric.
Who's smile was now
paired with glossy eyes
from the next hit that'll got you high.
And the lost girl,
looking for love,
in all the wrong parts
in all the wrong people.
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Violet Strings
Poetry"My lips burn to feel the pressure of her lips on mine." Violet Strings is an LGBTQ+ poetry collection that focuses on romance between two girls, coming out, her not being accepted in her family and how she deals with everything.
