And just for thought...
I fell in love with the wrong man so long ago.
It was wonderful to be young and enraptured by him,
knowing every morning he would greet me.
Was he not beautiful?
Golden curly locks, devilish blue eyes.
I recall a night underneath the moon above our pitcher's mound.
The lightning crashed around us.
The rain pounded, soaked us both.
How he held me, how it seemed he looked right into my soul.
He promised to love me forever,
to fight to the end of time for me,
but he was not strong enough to stay by my side.
We grew up.
Those nights in empty parking lots,
stolen kisses at daybreak.
I fell when the lightning finally struck me.
He became the air I thought I needed to breathe,
the ground I thought was stable to walk upon.
He pretended to be strong, pretended to believe in me
but he was just a boy
and I had taken the fast track into a woman.
So he walked away.
I remember the last time I saw him,
same empty parking lot.
His face was stone, mocking my tears,
because he knew no other way,
because he was too week to keep me.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.