Slow Down



Read quickly:

She walked quickly through each day.
Fast
   Faster
         Fastest
She strove, strove very hard to be the
Best
    Bestest
          Bestest
She'd never tasted the warm golden afternoon, she'd never watched the sun rise-
-in her adult life but in childhood blur long forgotten, she saw it through childish eyes.

Read slowly:

Cramps in her sides bit at her as she broke into the run.
She never ever did remember a single night of fun.
Now 'tis too late, she's lukewarm in her grave.
I beg you dear, your memories many to save.
Our time is a short thing.

*this was a really weird poem I wrote two months ago*









3 comments:

  1. Gorgeous <3 i love it!

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  2. Love love loved this (sorry, would of said more but I literally have no words).

    I literally JUST commented on your 'calling all dancers' post, good idea Kathryn :D

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