Young Writers Society

28/30

and so the adventure begins--
pouring rain and thunder clouds
rush over the plains in fit of anger
(only you can become the sunlight over
this chaos).
racing down hills of slippery green and past
the old, white chipped mailbox and the shed out back
while you only smiled that poisoned grin, viper lips and
green eyes. i held on for dear life yet,
you broke that like the old chain link fence we kissed by
under the summer moon--
(promise me, you'll never leave and maybe
we can start over again).
and so the adventure begins--
we cut our promises and wore them
around our pinkies and then rolled down a lost hill,
forgetting our name and making a silly purpose
(landlocked and ready).

29/30

someday we will find what we are
looking for or maybe
we won't--
maybe something much greater will come along
and start the fire in my heart (burn away the butterflies and
spread the warmth into my bones, melt them away). until then
i told myself that waiting would come soon and
the life i wished to begin,
filled with endless blue skies and
fields of golden flowers and
the feel of your leather jacket around my shoulders,
the smile that haunts my soul yet at the same time,
nightmares arise. (the sun is too bright here and you're the
one that can block it).

let's not try to figure
everything out at once.

30/30

i remember long ago of
warm buttercups, blowing in the spring breeze during my
childhood and often slept under the pine tree,
escaping the congestion of it all--
nobody knew i was gone, and
it was fine.
we held our hands, supporting what
was left of the little blue bell sky.
giants in a small man's world-- when the time came,
you confused the difference between
giving up and
knowing when you have had enough when i promised
an escape through the winding road home and
to touch the clouds and
(i need you to love me a little
louder today.)

i told you,
you can never be happy if
it always makes you afraid--
sometimes, it are the things that
hurt us and only you can
destroy it.
(disappearing against the dark blue
storm clouds, i remembered the faint smell of
car oil and
the smile you gave me before you left)

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