Sorry darling but my pockets ain’t deep enough for a five star retreat
So a small picnic will have to carry us through
A park by a lake that’s the theme
The smell of oak trees and fresh cut green grass wishes me well
Under a spell of dancing dandelions matches my energy
As a lay down the blanket I hope you don’t run away
Please stay whispers from the blue bird
As we talk about our day I’m careful on every word.
Looking up the sky gazing at the eagles punching through clouds wishing I could take you up there
You don’t seem to care
A turkey sandwich is just enough.
In addicted to your smile and how you eat
Afraid to talk about my dreams
Being labeled as a joke haunts my soul
Fear you’ll get bored as we grow old.
You put my head on your lap and started playing with my locs
My heart locked in box of trauma
The key is up the horizon with God
Our eyes met and I saw my mama.
Your skin feels comfortable
Not single goose bump
If this peace why am I so nervous?
As I took a long deep breath
I saw the earth
A tear rolled down the face of a Virgo
One more date
At my place.
About the Creator
Sender Jeannestal
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Comments (1)
I love this. I don't know if you were going for subtle, sweet romanticism, but I got it. Keep writing, please!