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The Girl on Dock Street
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whitelielovely Member
since 2006-12-11
Posts 146Australia |
There’s a girl on Dock Street who sits there every day Pen poised gracefully in her right hand, paper in the other She pokes her hat with her pen every once in a while Thinking up the poem she’ll have to write that day Her skit fluttering in the breeze, and her hair whipping in the wind She plays with the honey blonde strands; tasting seawater in the air Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting for inspiration to spark But still content to spend her day in Dock Street’s wind She closes her eyes, plunging deeply into her consciousness A hand reaches out how she knows- she doesn’t know at all It touches her shoulder; her eyes fly wide open, looking vast The green eyes meeting hers are startled- so they blink repeatedly A finger then reaches out before she knows what’s going on It hovers to her lips and presses down leaving the skin pressure white It soon blends back to her lily white complexion and she questions But not from her mouth- her eyes say it all as he helps her stand up She almost slips, and he slides his arm around her waist, they look up shyly Her face blushes and feels the heat, hoping her still whipping hair hides it She carries her note pad and pen- he carries his thoughts upon his face She tries to speak, he looked up and she went silent; timidly retreating Silence engulfs their walk, muted thoughts passing through glancing looks It ends at her house he takes a step back and looks at her just looks at her She decides to stare at her feet instead, the butterflies permitted nothing else Finally he speaks he had had to gather her thoughts so before she didn’t speak "Love you" he said and took a last step and took a breath and kissed her "Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it |
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whitelielovely Member
since 2006-12-11
Posts 146Australia |
this is my first prose. i'm ususally a poet but i was "in the moment" with this. any helpful suggestions? -Lovely "Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it |
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