Jimmie Arrington

Freshman - 692 Points (October 03,1984 / Phoenix, Arizona)

#286 Lynsey Nichole - Poem by Jimmie Arrington

Was it all in my head or was it real?
The burning says it was true.
Were those nights perfect and ideal
Or was I just dreaming with you?

It seems I know very little these days,
Facts are blurring with fiction.
But one thing that’s clear within the haze
Is my heart’s new conviction.

I thought I could never feel again,
Life was a waning, dismal song.
But suddenly within the stormy rain,
It seems you’ve proved me wrong.

Did you know my heartbeat skips
Every time I hear you speak?
And when a giggle escapes your lips,
It echoes in my mind for a week?

Though you fly on someone else’s wings,
I’m drowning but not sunk.
Cause no matter what the future brings,
I’ll always be your Cattail Punk.

Tonight as I picture your beautiful face
I can’t suppress my silly grin.
And in another time or another place,
Who knows what could have been...

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 21, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, November 21, 2013


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