M's Poetry
Finding My Rhythm
I have got laid on my back
the world briefly seemed to stop
and in the moment a flashback of my life played
my mother pushing me on the swings
sitting on daddy's lap and thinking this man really loves me
running on the playground with my friends
being beat black and blue and the tears that ensued
hearing my laughter seems foreign
but it plays softly in patches of my background....
my high school prom and my sweaty palms
wondering and waiting, with much great anticipation
of I don't know or maybe I do but I was too scared
all I know is it involved you
boy did we fall in love....and I thought it was a fairytale
but our roads didn't lead back to each other
the defining moment was me and you at the airport
sadly I left with my heart in hand never getting what I came for
you were the first boy to ever rip my heart out of my chest
but slowly I am gaining strength
and finding my rhythm because one day I will dance again...
2004@ Copyright by Megan Bishop
the world briefly seemed to stop
and in the moment a flashback of my life played
my mother pushing me on the swings
sitting on daddy's lap and thinking this man really loves me
running on the playground with my friends
being beat black and blue and the tears that ensued
hearing my laughter seems foreign
but it plays softly in patches of my background....
my high school prom and my sweaty palms
wondering and waiting, with much great anticipation
of I don't know or maybe I do but I was too scared
all I know is it involved you
boy did we fall in love....and I thought it was a fairytale
but our roads didn't lead back to each other
the defining moment was me and you at the airport
sadly I left with my heart in hand never getting what I came for
you were the first boy to ever rip my heart out of my chest
but slowly I am gaining strength
and finding my rhythm because one day I will dance again...
2004@ Copyright by Megan Bishop
