Samantha Stevens
January 20, 2011
the sound of that song that tricks me into thinking I will soon hear him say hi
the noises of the earth changing under my feet, telling me time has gone by
the touch of cold metal in my hands that motivates me to begin doing ballet
the feel of rough sidewalk beneath my feet that takes me back to childhood days
the sight of the scars that unleashes my worries about an illness I will harbor forever
the picture I drew that hangs on my wall, reminding me of our times spent together
the taste of nestle chocolates that mock me for spending countless dollars at AMC
the sweetness of fla-vor-ice that convinced me to buy so many because they were practically free
the smell of beer that sickens me, symbolizing your awful, unacknowledged habit
the scent of rosemary potatoes that tells me oddly, I will miss being in Abbott
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