There was this girl. Her eyes were the far side of the moon. Her hair was early evening rain. Her voice was dust and gravel. And when she moved my world stood still.
There was this girl. She was younger than I and twice my age. She asked for my name and number. She talked to me after class. And I walked her to her car in a happy daze.
There was this girl. She stole my time and filled my heart. She felt my hope and my longing. She read my face and knew I loved her. And I knew she would never love me back.
There was this man. He wrote poetry but not for her. He tried to forget her but never could. He punched a wall and bruised his hand. And it eventually healed or so he thought.
There was a time. When I thought the moon was possible. When I thought the rain was soothing. When I thought gravel was charming. And now I know meaning from metaphor.
There was this girl. Her eyes were the far side of the moon. Her hair was early evening rain. Her voice was dust and gravel. And when she moved my world stood still. . .
I don't troll and I don't get into arguments with people on Facebook no matter how disturbing I find some of the stuff I see posted there.
I may add as a general note that Donald J.Trump is a criminal and deserves to be in jail, Jesus said nothing whatsoever about abortion rights or gays in the military, the ownership of firearms does not cure sexual dysfunction, limiting immigration will not make the country safer or more prosperous, both racism and sexism are prominent features of American culture, what's good for Wall Street is not necessarily what's good for the USA, and the vast majority of fake news being generated in America and around the world these days comes from the right side of the political spectrum. . .
