blue butterfly – #17.12

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New York is just a feeling I get

when the cold air hits my face, the thought of getting ice cream

as the snow falls around, is just a fairy tale dream

I once lived, the feeling of your fingers on my skin,

we flashed fake diamond rings.

 

We got drive-thru coffee and marriage

made it official in the parking lot, we talked

about our wedding, trying to warm our cold feet.

We were the American

dream, running through the Catskill’s

hills, in the dead of night, moonlight like a spot light,

the night light of the fire flies, as we dance home,

ready to take flight. We acted like everything was

alright, like we had it all figured

out. Steak and fries.

Dinner and show,

It will be the greatest dream I’ll ever

remember

I know

 

knew.

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