Embrace Me

You lift your pencil and write love on the paper.

You take a pen and draw hearts along the lines, tracing onto the table.

It’s hard to say what you’re thinking about, suffocating my own mind when I try.

You smile and the world looks twice.

I gave you the world but you refused, speaking with a shushed tone.

“If I owned the world, what would I gain?” You asked me, a soft giggle escaping.

I walked through the trees and you danced around.

You danced and flowers bloomed, greeting you with vibrant colors.

I wasn’t your type and you understood that.

You laughed at my emotions, causing bystanders look twice at you.

The world turned and you where along for the ride. Not a care if the world.

“It’s was a game of checkers” you’d say to me.

We’d sit under the stars, watching the glistening features of the pitch black background.

The crescent moon was your favorite, making you smile.

Stars grew brighter watching you smile.

I sat a nervous wreck, listening to you speak slowly.

“Checkers make up the world. You make a move, paying attention to the outcome. Not paying attention can end the whole game, then you start over.”

You’d chuckle, laying along the soft damp grass.

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[Sami Khalil]

"We’d sit under the stars, watching the glistening features of the pitch black background.

The crescent moon was your favorite, making you smile.

Stars grew brighter watching you smile.

I sat a nervous wreck, listening to you speak slowly."

It is always commendable to embrace those moments of magic . In a game of checkers there will be a winner and a loser. In love , it can be either one or both...A splendid read and write...:)........

[icelandicblue]

I like this snippet of a scene. I wonder if her actions are speaking louder than her words. I thought more of a game of chess than checkers, she being the queen and which piece would the man don? Two small suggestions- word changes:

causing bystanders look twice at you.- add to to this so it reads causing bystanders to look twice at you.

The world turned and you where along for the ride.- change where to were I think.

It's a wonderful poem and I adore the ending:

Checkers make up the world. You make a move, paying attention to the outcome. Not paying attention can end the whole game, then you start over.”

You’d chuckle, laying along the soft damp grass.


The world turned and you where along for the ride.