NAPOWRIMO post 12
and at a dozen I turn to prompts. the first was to write about the one that got away so to speak. the second is a draft I may expand on at submit to myself formally for napowrimo later.
Regret
I'm sorry for leaving you behind
there were just too many to choose
I never imagined leaving you would
be such a mistake. next time I see you
would you forgive me and come back to my place
all I wanted was to try something new,
I didn't know how unhappy I would be
next time Ice Mocha I will remember
you're the one for me.
when
when I grow up and get out of here I will make a change
I will go to museams and eat pretzels from the man on the corner
I will be at all the cool shows that happen after the curtain falls
I will be seen with the right people at the right time
Who decides when you have to call yourself grown up anyway
You're not grown up till you have no where left to grow to.
H.
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