Down Town

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Down town the girls gather
Butterflies freed
From yesterday’s cocoons
And you’d think it might matter
Emotional greed
But everyone grows far too soon

Down town the boys linger
Watchful fools
Practising their brittle words
There’s no ring on the finger
He’s far too cool
Such thoughts of a future absurd

Down town they’re all living
A moment ahead
Lives they may not survive yet to meet
Best be kind and forgiving
In case someone bled
For the chance of such mornings to greet

(c) Helen Valentina, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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2 Responses to Down Town

  1. gpyrois says:

    I love your style!

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