Feathers, pearls, and fringe. Dancing through prohibition Flappers, speakeasys
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro3 years ago in Poets
Tick tock, your time's up Fifteen second increments Can waste all your days.
Worried I'll use it Up to me, or so I'm told. Or will it use me?
Rushing or standing Still is it moving slow or Could it just be me?
Just passing me by, Or am I cashing it in? Spending it wisely.
Bright lights, loud music When night's as vibrant as day The feeling of youth
The years have worn on Both of us are not what we Were we ever though.
I have known this place As though in a dream I've seen But it was different
I was in this place - Now it's still the same but I'm Different; I have changed.
Catching the wave is the challenge I don't think about: Once I'm on, there's no stopping me. This river has its own current.
I found home in you, When I hadn't found it before. Haven't found it in the same way since that day. My heart has been with you to stay.
That moment when you realize you affected something deep, Inside their soul, you hit a nerve, Gave them chills, made them weep.
