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I stumble over my thoughts,
the way someone stumbles when drunk,
my memories are the drink that calls to me,
a much happier time,
when I was young and you were too.
I smile to myself remembering the young girl that I was then,
my long dark hair and big brown eyes,
brand new glasses that I wore,
with rose colored lenses,
all the world was blooming right in front of me.
I sang to every word,
when the radio played songs about us,
I couldn't wait to be kissed,
by the only one,
my heart was promised to.
That young girl,
quickly matured,
now a woman who knew better,
than to wear rose colored glasses,
I put them into a box for safe keeping.
Recently I looked through that box ,
all the photographs were faded,
but the memories had stayed,
just as If it were yesterday,
when I was young and you were to.
My glasses were still there,
now tarnished and cracked,
but when I put them on,
I was amazed at what I could see,
you still look so beautiful to me.
Copyright © Vickie Hurtt - Thayer | Year Posted 2019
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