a fleeting flashing smileakin to

a fleeting flashing smile

akin to lightning in a bottle 

a piercing, heavy gaze

too hard for others to follow

a developing dalliance

an enveloping embrace

trailblazer

leaving a path 

for only me to trace.

my Prince Charming appears in my dreams

he has yet to come

but I am just sixteen

with only distant fathoms of what love 

romantically, will really be.

my imagination is untethered

curiosity unfettered

so I will search and explore

invade and implore

until I happenn across

my personal fairytale. 

until then

iI will wait everyday

second minute and hour

picking petals off of flowers 

for my very own cliche.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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