Black converse, green converse, <br />vintage. <br />We three are strung together by <br />the shoelaces in our hearts <br />filling our souls with – <br />emo kids talk. <br />We’re docked <br /> <br />for a few moments in time, <br />rocking to the beat of our eyes. <br />Young and in love it’s always <br />too early to leave. <br /> <br />Promenade, baby, <br />down the boardwalk into <br />pictures and carousels and wet lanes. <br />The street and stains remind us <br />of good friends, good times, <br />good people. Floating on sugar water, <br /> <br />docked in chocolate, right now <br />the world is so sweet. <br />Lights and rhythm, <br />funnel cake, our bare feet <br />flying down the beach way <br /> <br />we’re too good to end <br />and our pre-dawn eyes know it– <br /> <br />so we jump <br />from fear of heights <br />and end up with sand in places <br />it takes years to find. <br />We will, later, find ourselves <br />sandy <br />we’ll walk down the streets <br />with the marks of our friends <br />and maybe it’s not so bad <br />in the end.<br /><br />Zoe Nyght<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poems-about-leaving/
