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Nostalgia
i feel the wind behind me
pushing me down the sidewalk
the leaves echo the sound of an ovation of a rather large crowd
as they race me down the street
as i pick of the pace
with my formalized feet
they like my dress
my new church dress
and all the flowers on the print
they tell me how nice i smell
dragging softly through my hair
the wind cups my cheek
as it wraps around my face
my freshly done nails, red like my lips
gather my loose strands
and put them behind my ear
i tie my ribbon in my locks to keep it there
i stare up at the sky
i project a forced 'why?'
i glance back at the ground
and make a familiar clicking sound
as i tap the heels my shoes
raw
and think of you
i just want to go home
no matter how good it is here
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Comments
0rcA Says:
That's a great poem. It made me think... if you ever make it big, and you're famous and attending award shows like the Academy Awards or something, you'll always remember that magical place where you grew up. That may not be what you meant, but that's what it made me think about.
virginheart Says:
I can't tell you how much this brings memoried to me...that I've never even had. But I can imagine things that seem real.
The feeling I see is a chilli fall day. A young girl made to go to a family wedding or something. Shes so innocent and child like. Loves her pretty dress that blows in the wind. Feels like a princess. But yet she'd rather be home with a boy in her neighborhood that she crushes on.