A warm hug.
A safe love.
Without fear.
Strong and clear.
The summer sun kissed her petite frame,
as she swayed back and forth on that thinking swing.
Hours passed as fantasies would too,
of wanting to grow up and start anew.
Whether we drift or remain,
Our pasts stay the same.
On the battleground of what is and had been.
She doubled in size and couldn’t seem to remember her favorite color,
or what she loved to do the most.
A place called home crossed her mind now from time to time.
With scents of the salty sea and a summer heat you can’t deny,
This is somewhere you can hide,
To feel safe, to confide.
About the Creator
sweet temper
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