Sharalynn (Poem)


Memories slowly bloom
from pictures in a room.
Starting from the oldest
all the way to the best.

There she sits hand in hand
pretend love in demand.
Preschool friend gives flowers
while they play for hours.

She sees him in third grade
where playground fun was made.
For her first kiss he’s there
no middle school nightmares.

They link arms for prom night
every minute feels right.
In college far away
they write letters all day.

Meeting up after work
they whisper love and flirt.
Sharalynn and her beau
forever in love’s show.

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About Ivie

I'm Ivie. An aspiring writer. A dreamer. A lover. A young woman. Just trying to find my way in the world.
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