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Tavia Bundrige Poem
Do you know what it means to be in love? Where this burning sensation is felt throughout the heart. Where you can rewrite it in the dictionary, only to prove nobody has loved you like I do. Since love was crafted by Cupids arrow but too bodacious to be written in hieroglyphics. And call me eccentric but I love a love like this.
Where the meadows are dancing a melodic rhythmic dance. Where pictures proclaim what the mouth can’t. And every time you try and describe it, consciously leaving you a mess.
It also, reminds me of sunflowers singing, where trees sway so effortlessly, where the breeze tells you a honeycomb story. Or maybe it’s more like roses blooming, where the petals don’t fall off. Or maybe it’s this aura of mahogany, maybe even clarity.
Where your love brings healing, not melancholy symphonies. Where the love is apparent not obnoxiously screaming. Where you dance in the rain but hold each other as y’all stay and maybe i’m being another romantic but that’s okay. Can I continue..?
I hope I can muster up enough courage to sing. Proclaim. To even scribble it on a billboard..THAT THIS GIRL IS MINE EVERYDAY!! My favorite story to tell, my favorite kiss to receive, my favorite hand to hold when I’m feeling like nothing. And when I’m scared you hug me. Then I realize it’s a dream, so I wake up and I feel lonely. I’m sorry your right, back to the story.
Do you know what love feels like? Where the stars tickled you silly. Where those sleepless nights aren’t for someone’s glory. Where it feels electrifying but tantalizing. And ooouu don’t get me started on how mystifying love feels like. How it heals those broken wounds! How it lifts you up on high! How it caresses your skin because it’s a story between you and I! And maybe I’m being loquacious, or maybe I’m being a fool! But I can’t help feeling giddy about being in love with you.
Some people will feel resentment towards this term. Some people might chastise me for even speaking on the term. I might’ve even get shunned but who cares a girl loves love. So I sit here daydreaming about the idea love; Hoping, wishing it would love me back since I’m nothing but A Hopeless Romantic.
Copyright © Tavia Bundrige | Year Posted 2024
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Tavia Bundrige Poem
Sit around as I tell you a Christmas story..where the lights hang low, the chimneys are stuffed and the carolers are stuck in snow.
‘‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the night, a girl sits by the window praying for peace and life. Meaning no more tears being shed, no more having to fight battles that portrayed death. And college finals that finally had reached an end.
As the Christmas spirit fill up neighborhoods and schools, this year felt lonelier than it should. No Santa Claus, no Saint Nick, just nothing but coal for the ones that were sick. And what do you say to ones that have no home, that doesn’t have a family to call their own. Do you scream and shout in merrily manner or do you join them in silent laughters?
‘Twas the night before Christmas where kids are tempted to catch Santa Claus. Where they leave the milk and cookies only for those to be devoured by my mom. And the bright lights that hang on the Christmas tree, bringing nothing but ecstatic and gleam; what do you say to those that don’t know what Christmas means. To them it brings heartache and sadness not joy and things. The ones that have to cover their ears to block out the world, the screaming, the shouting, maybe even a few tears.
Is Christmas really beautiful, is it enchanting? Does it really bring happiness that’s everlasting? Indeed little one, it does. As I sit here and tell this story, my thoughts end with this dragged out soliloquy.. where you see how Christmas could be lonely and gleaming. So all through this house, as the holidays approach, listen to me when I say.. I understood why the Grinch stole Christmas this time around.
Copyright © Tavia Bundrige | Year Posted 2024
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