Summer Of Two Thousand And Eight Poem by Kristin Nicole RothDavis

'Twas the summer of two thousand and eight
I was feeling good and looking great
The time had come for total happiness
cocktails of laughter and tears of bliss

Looking back I remember fighting
for this ingredient in my writing
pausing only for a selected few
expecting one day it would come true

In a handful of months I had aged
hidden in my own mind, I was caged
released by the one with the secret key
showing my reflection in the deep sea

Intoxicating breezes of new love
praising the one in charge, heaven above
I come alive now wrapped in your embrace
with each new sunrise, I see your face

Surfaced these feelings prematurely
happily, I offer you a soulful decree.





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