.an Earthquake Like Quicksand.
emotions
flying in my
mind screaming
and asking to stay
but i say no and refuse
because they fray all happy
pure thoughts that remain in my
mind for instance as a child my mother
would braid my hair. the sun would heat the
ground and i would look at my toes in antisapation
of going outside to be with my siblings so when the last
rubberband would strike my hair i'd close my eyes wait for
her smell of white diomonds hear her whisper in my little ear
'all done' then i would run out to play. emotions flying in my mind
screaming and asking to stay but i say no and refuse because they
fray all happy pure thoughts that remain in my mind.
Copyright © I Have Forgiven You But It Will Never Be The Same | Year Posted 2009
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