3 Ways to Follow a Path
Holding his hand, with a pulling grip,
Playfully, as he ran
Her through freshly cut grass,
Her through freshly cut grass,
An unopened bag of licorice
In her hand. She giggled as
He talked about cerulean and scarlet.
They predicted where they were
Heading along the hidden, woven path
So many couples tried to find.
They predicted where they were
Heading along the hidden, woven path
So many couples tried to find.
They limped on mahogany
Stairs that followed the cracked,
Broken road where the grass had turned to
Mustard and their mouths shared a silence.
Broken road where the grass had turned to
Mustard and their mouths shared a silence.
They dragged their feet,
Slowly, back
To the beginning
Knowing, once they reached it,
It would be the end.
To the beginning
Knowing, once they reached it,
It would be the end.
His pace kept up
With his heartbeat.
Walking where the grass curdled
With split ends. As he crinkled that old
Twizzler bag, he turned,
Where there was no way, paved out,
Ahead. He walked off
Into the pasture, leaving
Crisp footsteps behind him.
Walking where the grass curdled
With split ends. As he crinkled that old
Twizzler bag, he turned,
Where there was no way, paved out,
Ahead. He walked off
Into the pasture, leaving
Crisp footsteps behind him.
3 Ways to Follow A Path
Holding his hand, with
A playfully pulling grip, as he ran
Her through freshly cut grass with
An unopened bag of licorice, in her hand.
She could giggle and he talk for days about
Favorite colors and uninterrupted
Futures. They predicted where they were
Heading along the woven path
So many others tried to find.
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They limped on steps of
Mahogany stairs that followed the cracked
Broken road where the grass had turned to
Mustard and their mouths shared a
Satisfiable pause. They dragged their feet
Slowly, back to the beginningA playfully pulling grip, as he ran
Her through freshly cut grass with
An unopened bag of licorice, in her hand.
She could giggle and he talk for days about
Favorite colors and uninterrupted
Futures. They predicted where they were
Heading along the woven path
So many others tried to find.
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They limped on steps of
Mahogany stairs that followed the cracked
Broken road where the grass had turned to
Mustard and their mouths shared a
Satisfiable pause. They dragged their feet
Knowing, once they reached it,
It would be the end.
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He held a pace that
Kept up with his heartbeat.
Walking where the grass curdled
With split ends. As he crinkled that old
Twizzler bag, he turned,
Where there was no way, paved out,
Ahead. He walked off
Into the pasture, leaving
Crisp footsteps behind him.
I like the first one better
ReplyDeleteWhat did your teacher say
ReplyDeleteThe teacher liked the first one, that was with all of her help.
ReplyDeletePersonally I like the second. It is ironic because the guys like the first and the women the second. I wonder what makes the difference.
hmmm lol must be the way the words come out lol!
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