Across The Gym

Sock Hop Love

The lights are low,
The school gym transformed,
Into a magical wonderland of neon
And strobe lights that make me queasy.
Or is that you?
I watch you, watching me,
Not tall.
But tall enough,
With brown eyes that melt my very soul.
Twinking with the innocent mischief of a toddler,
Yet, knowing.
Somehow carrying the wisdom of the ages.
I long to touch your thick dark locks,
To make you smile,
The way you’re smiling…

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Misty Rae

Misty Rae

3X Top Writer. Former legal eagle. Wife, mother, nature lover, chef, writer and all-around free spirit looking to write her way back to the ocean.

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