White Roses - Poem by Leah Ayliffe
When I think of us
I think of Wonderland.
Wandering around, talking while waiting in line for rides.
The electric thrill of roller coasters at night.
Getting scared by the Halloween freaks in town.
Laughing hard, like you make me do.
That's how I think of us.
Two pretty kids having fun at a park,
with stars in their eyes,
As snow falls gently to the floor,
I dream of white roses in June.
Like the rose I picked in that dive of a bar
with karaoke singers
in the warmth of North Carolina.
I'm no fool of a woman,
just caught up in the magic of your mind.
Just humming with a smile to a different tune.
La Dolce Vita.
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