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You were the scent of salted caramel apples My malt of the summer carnival. I drank from my shake, Too shy to look at you through my eyeglasses. You were the cool kid from down the road - three years older and willing to take little old me to the carnival. What I didn't know is that you were just too mature for your age and did not want to hang out with the immature people of your age. You would rather hang out with somebody sweet. How I envied the first boy to make his way into your heart when you were in college. I have heard that you went on to marry a man who was kind, courteous, and sweet. And, as I go off to college, I aspire to be the same. |
Copyright ©2016 Ashi Shadow - 10/16/16
inspired by "Rollercoaster" by Bleachers.
Sometimes I just want to write nostalgic poems. Obviously fictional, I've never been shy and have always had perfect vision.