Two Am Sweater
~
She played in her two a.m. sweater,
wore gold in the palm of her hand
Thought life couldn’t be any better,
her sisters just don’t understand
Sang choruses stitched out in leather,
encrusted with jewels in her style
Her hair flowed of September weather,
October awaited her smile
Beneath every heaven so smitten,
now dancing away with the sun
In phrases on stardust she’s written,
just her way of having some fun
For she is an everyday dreamer,
her heart just a part of the rhyme
This modern day fashioned moonbeamer,
a woman ahead of her time
~
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2019
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment