I lie awake in bed at night -
and dream of what could be.
Of lovers past and memories,
and lovely twisted things.
*
Christmas bells and snowflakes,
packages displayed for all to see.
Gifts of love to show affection,
wrapped as lovely twisted things.
*
While carousels spin, music echoes,
a haunting tune plays on repeat.
A memory past, stirring feelings,
wishing for lovely twisted things.
*
Why do we wait to say what we feel,
a human fault - it seems.
Wasting time in daydreams,
about lovely twisted things.
*
One day I hope to find it,
escape these vivid dreams.
Living life wide open,
chasing those lovely twisted things.
*
The finish line will be a vision,
of colorful ribbons tied with string.
And I, will be the victor,
adorned with, lovely twisted things.
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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By Holly Pheni3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (8)
Beautiful poem!
Sweet and calming. Love it.
Sweet 💗
Yesss! I loved the unique and thought provoking imagery and the use of repetition
Brilliant & beautiful!!!😊💖💕
This is beautiful. Well done.
Nice💕
Nice poem!