You captivated me over a margarita pitcher,
with experiences as in-depth as 19th century literature.. Cloaked in endurance, from a past not yet revealed, Red-tape reserves, where global adventure appealed. I am a light-hearted dater, terrified of getting struck, You are a business coordinator, harboring with some luck. Matched with a wandering soul, waiting to ignite, When a stranger infers: I'm not living quite right. You seem to understand in your introverted slant Try to rationalize this... to no avail- we can't. You didn't shy away when you discovered my big secret, That I relinquish my heart to anything that can keep it. The beach, pink horizons, and trips to god-knows-where, Even my latest contract abroad as an aupair. I dreamed as you pieced together this gypsy, Two dates spent and your hands whisper you miss me. You caress me, as if it were manning your post, And I am a treasure that requires guarding most. So I'll ride your wave, until it inevitably crashes; The beauty of two survivors collecting our ashes. Some of mine in your canister and yours in mine, I wonder if you were my next faded find. Regardless the outcome, I'm enhanced with your seasoning. Maybe together, will be something to believe In.
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Lauren
11/23/2018 07:13:04 pm
No 😢😢 This made me so sad.
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Stephanie Sap-fire
11/27/2018 03:44:36 pm
I'm just trying to be realistic
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