I used to remember as a poor boy
The dream was to have good toys
Colorful and attractive
Of nice girls and selective
She was elegant and rich
Almost unforgettable and beyond reach
But she will come to me and play
I too would speak slowly and say
I won't know where from
That attraction comes
But it was there in mind
As she was perfect and kind
My heart shall skip
And sometimes I used whip
If don't see her near by
I will search all over and try
I was scared to reveal
That how I dared to feel
But it was truth
And that needed no proof
I could avoid
But the bond was laid
The relation was getting stronger
She was now no more strangers
I decided to move along
But feared if proved wrong
If she refused after hesitation
But I had instinct that she shall care for relation
Vague story but still makes for great imagery! jennifer marie poling13 minutes ago I love the words you use, it describes your thoughts very well and i feel a connection. I like how it wasn't cut and dry and I love how you don't use any punctuation, I think it adds to the artistry.
touching Tami Rusconi7 minutes ago simple and sweet. A story of youthful love. Innocent and well written. I like it Comment 0
Great story and imagery jennifer marie poling10 minutes ago The story was pretty vague but I loved the words you used and it still gave great imagery. I like that you didn't use any punctuation, I think that adds to the artistry. Cool rhythms and fun to read! Comment +1
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I would like to translate this poem
I used to remember as a poor boy The dream was to have good toys