I want to get lost with you
in a foreign town
and walk in circles until our feet
are covered in blisters
and our bare arms are burned bright red,
because we swear to each other
that we’ll find our way soon.
We will ask for directions
in our broken attempts at the local tongue,
and only understand half of each response.
I want us to point out
buildings we think we recognize
and street names that we
know we must have seen before.
We’ll follow them (our false north stars)
until the real stars emerge
and the streets become a dark stage
where we are in the spotlight
of our own dramatic comedy.
I want to sit on a bench with you,
exhausted, and tipsy on foreign wine.
I want to fall asleep watching the sun
rise five or ten hours before
our families back home will get to see it.
Finally, I want to give up with you...
We’ll call a taxi from a payphone
whose instructions we can barely read
and pay too much before we discover
that it won’t give back any change.
We’ll make the driver laugh,
or groan in frustration,
as we turn the corner to realize
that we were almost there…
I want to get lost with you
in a foreign town,
and come back home
with blisters on our feet, and
burns on our shoulders
Even if it means
that it will hurt to dance, and
our embraces will be bittersweet.
Author notes
I'm not sure where the ending came from...but I haven't written anything in a while, so I figured I'd go with it .
Please tell me what you think
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Wow. I love the sentiment and the tone. I wonder who it is you want to get lost with. It does not seem like a love interest, but more like a friend. It is nice to have friends to share those sorts of experiences with.
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I think I found that poem
, and I KNEW that you were NOT in love with anyone particular. But I so understand the thoughts and feelings and dreams that are inspired simply by "France". To think I grew up within a stone's throw of the place-----yet I never really experienced the feeling until my feet and or automobile crossed the border into France. It is only then that I knew the breath of my soul and the whispers of my heart.And I gave it up for the USA
. You did a wonderful job of capturing what it means to give in to a place. Live sweetie, love and laugh. This is your time and quite honestly, I envy you now. Also please always keep writing [even if you just jot it down on scraps of paper]
much love
xoxoxoxoxoxo
reenie
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Sounds like someone's in love. I can certainly relate to that these days. This is a great poem, you got through what you wanted to do with the one you're in love with quite clearly here.
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Lol, I'm not in love with anyone at the moment. Just being in France right now is inspiring me in weird ways, lol.
Thanks though. I'm glad you liked it.
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Well, I'm glad to hear you're being inspired, that's always a good thing. It looked like a poem about being in love to me, but I could have my mind a bit biased since I'm in love myself right now.
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Well, it is a poem about being in love, but I'm not in love right now.
For me, I guess I'm just thinking about how great it would be to be in love here
lol. Actually, I'd love to just be in love in general right now...lol
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Ah, that explains why I thought you were in love then.
Hmm, yeah, it's a mixed blessing, but really it is great indeed. It's mostly all I've been able to talk about in my LiveJournal lately. It's a strange mix of frustrating because of the distance nature of my love and absolutely wonderful. Thankfully, the latter is more common than the former.
I do hope I haven't been annoying my LiveJournal friends with all my posts about this actually. I haven't gotten any complaints about it, but I rarely get comments in my journal these days, so it's possible people are just skipping the entries if they aren't interested, I dunno.
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