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| 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