It was a strange dream,
full of oddities
and wild things.
Her ears had eyes;
she sang for him to come closer
and expected him to keep a distance and stay.
She was least expecting his touch,
immediately being hurled backwards then
into his arms again.
He was scolded and kissed-
they ended happily ever after, anyway.
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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