White Picket Fences

White Picket Fences

A Poem by Ronda

 

And it seems that no tears
In the form of words from my
Quivering and shocked lips
Can make you and yours feel
The amount of love I have
Inside of me for you.

And it seems that no amount of
Lyrical words or heartfelt motions
Can make you feel the way you have
In the so long distance past
That is captured in photos
That I hold dear in my mind.

And I feel sometimes that a
Complete stranger could hand you
My beating heart, almost out of life,
And you might toss it aside
As if I am as nothing
As the air you breathe.

And I am not sure if you will love
Me tomorrow or if you even or
Ever did and that maybe
I have this pipe dream of
White picket fences dancing through my
Mind as the Plum Fairies from childhood.

And I still feel that I am silly for
Even thinking these things and also
That I am retarded for not and all I
Really want is to have you by my side
With the warmth of your soul
And the beating of us inside of you
Once again.

© 2008 Ronda


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