I melted in his arms,
as Franky sang, "I love you baby"
on a loop in my mind.
Only moments before,
words like, "why are you so far away"-
on the park bench,
under the ''land before time" trees.
And when I scooted closer,
feeling his sweet relief,
as I nuzzled my head in his shoulder.
Him wrapping his arm around me,
pulling me in closer,
"I've gotcha" he'd keep saying,
so reassuring.
My words came stuttering out,
trying to carry a conversation,
my stomach rising and dropping,
like a roller coaster.
My sub conscience set on thinking-
thinking of a future,
as he spoke of us, and not like "you and I".
Our first date and he's so sure I'm the one,
the one he wants to be with.
How could I not say yes?
Yes, to this perfect imperfection.
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Author:
Adrianna Kjeld (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: You accept one person's heart, only to break another. It's how it goes unfortunately...I am sorry. I didn't know I wanted someone until I met him.
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Beautifully written Sunrise. I love it. ; )
Thank you so much!
Adrianna, I like how you lead into the poem with Frank Sinatra. It sets the tone right away. First dates can be beautiful (or a disaster). Also like the line where you compare the 'us' to the 'you and I', it is a distinction many people might not even realize.
Very good poem, I like it a lot.
Thank you so much, I'm gonna cry, haha, oh my gosh.
I am so thankful for your thorough visibility of my word choice, and I am slightly petrified cause I just sent this to the guy its about, and I am shaking.
Don't shake Adrianna! If he doesn't get how beautiful and desirable you are, he does not deserve you! His problem, not yours. If he loves you, he will react exactly the way you hope, and off you are into the rainbow!
Take it from an old geezer, no matter what happens, be proud of yourself. You wrote one heck of a beautiful poem.
PS, let me know how it turned out. If you don't want to advertise it to the world, you can always write to my mailbox.
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