Want Ad's - Poem by Kewayne Wadley
Lost and forlorn,
She gave up on love.
Anything close to the idea
Was far fetched from a fairy tale.
She had a perfect idea of prince charming,
A lavish built fantasy.
Only to find slum lords,
In shanty shacks.
With loose floor boards.
Unsure of stability,
She never stepped too far inside.
Afraid to travel the incline,
In fear of falling.
Constantly searching for a homestead.
Afraid she'd end up homeless.
Far from the comfort of the loving arms she's always envisioned.
Eyes that seek gratification in the reflection of another.
An open house event listed only for her.
Sharing a life time of stories in mere moments.
No longer the hotels that housed a night or two stay.
No longer a brief glimpse of the cheap booklets laid upon the table that were free to take.
Instead she wanted the novel
Seen in the condo on the hills in the comfort of a fire place.
Lost in marshmallow favored cocoa and lukewarm kisses.
One day she decided to look at the wanted ad's in the paper.
And decided to visit the other side of town.
When she got there, she stumbled at first.
Wondering what she was doing there, then out of the blue
Found exactly what she's always wanted.
A compass that directed her away from the slum lords and rickety floor boards.
Into the comfort of her prince charming whom welcomed her in,
Locked the door behind her.
Wrapping her in his arms
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