When we meet,
I was playing a yo-yo
My smile wide and beaming
It goes down
Must come up
What leaves always comes back
You laughed at me for loving it
Everything about it
The idea that everything comes back
Not everything that comes back is good
I couldn’t imagine that world
We dated leisurely over the summer
You kissed me
Pulled away
Came back beaming
It was kind of like that yo-yo I had
Then one day you went away
A few days later you came back
When a week passes, I am worried
Yet you came back
Last month I finally said you right
It’s not always great when things come back
About the Creator
Lisa Pulliam
I love making fun of my emotions, feelings, and thoughts in short form writing such as songs and illustrations. I would like to write longer and more explorative pieces for others to read.
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