Wayfarer sunglasses

Wayfarer sunglasses

A Poem by sentimental~ galore

Wayfarer sunglasses, forest rich eyes squinting in the sunlight.

Hands in pockets, smile to the side.

Ray of sunshine, the reason for sentiment in life.

Taxi Driver, pause on the red light.

Climb over the seat, illegal crime.

No one saw because only we have eyes.

Five dollars a mile, I only want a ride.

You and me, a vacant road, beads of a summer cough.

Lemon tree in the backyard, toilet paper spread over the lawn.

Dreams and aspirations, you can be anything you want.

Memory and images, they will stay in my heart.

March 2, 2011.

© 2011 sentimental~ galore

Author's Note

sentimental~ galore
This is pretty personal. So if its vague its because I am writing directly about a certain memory.

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Nice X)

Posted 8 Years Ago

Sheesh thats some kind of different taxi drivers in your neighborhood!!


I really enjoyed this. You're writing keeps surprising me.
Antonio :)

Posted 8 Years Ago

It was as if I were you in this work of art...dazzeling :))

Posted 8 Years Ago

This was intense in a quiet and soft way. Great job!

Posted 8 Years Ago

One word is enough to recall a memory. well written.

Posted 8 Years Ago

It almost went too fast for me, I couldn't find a direct relation between the lines, but at the same time they seemed to fit together in an almost eerie way... Makes sense that it comes from a memory... Amazing write!

Posted 8 Years Ago

Nice. This reminds me of my cousin. Very sunshiny poem.

Posted 8 Years Ago

Impressive this leaves the the reader to imagine.

Posted 8 Years Ago

I can feel the emotions behind the lines. Good job!

Posted 8 Years Ago

nice write vague or not :)

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Added on March 8, 2011
Last Updated on March 8, 2011


sentimental~ galore
sentimental~ galore

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