Compact

The Sunday Muse

 

 You found my eyes alluring

my glossy lips tantalizing

you thought I'd fit perfectly

into your packed life

 

A small city suited you best

driving the newest compact car

conjuring big plans but, your

vision was limited, perhaps

the neon lights were blinding

 

I, on the other hand,  needed

room to grow,  space to wander

riding a mustang bareback

wild and free

my hair blowing in the breeze

 

A small house with a vast view

 trees as tall as the city skyline

 the only gleam at night

would be twinkling starlight

 

You never saw past the mirror

image,  did you ever take the

time to  look into my eyes

 

Wiping the heavy mascara

that obstructed my view

leaving a smeared lip kiss

on  my compact , tossing

it on the bed....

 

A compressed goodbye, you'll find

me living a full life with plenty

of room to roam...out on the

prairie or in the woodlands

spiritually growing the

heartland inside

 

linking with the The Sunday Muse

 Thank you for visiting  

author's note:  I felt she had a bigger story
so, here she is  at the crosswalk