Melancholy aisles and reckless heart
Running down the miles throwing candy in the cart
Sweets for the soul, given as a gift
Mind flushed, thoughts start to shift
Space and time have no place
As I walk down the aisle race
As though my mind wanders with the draft
Like a snowflake falling on the freezer door glass
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Author:
Leya Virago (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 6th, 2018 18:02
- Comment from author about the poem: Just a funny poem about the runaway thoughts that I had while shopping in Target after I went on a date. I might add, this was halfway written on my phone while actually walking around with the basket in Target! Just thought it was kinda comical. Enjoy! please comment if you feel led.
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Comments1
I know you are calling it comical but there is something melancholic and other worldly about wandering around in markets at night..... you caught that!
Exactly!!
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