pretty pink powder covers my eyelids,
sugar-sweet icing on my lips;
this will be a night to remember.
&& you're picking me up in your
baby-blue convertible
[to match your eyes]
with the top pulled up so
the wind won't mess up our hair;
oh, i can just picture how beautiful we'll be.
me in my mermaid dress,
sparkling like sunlight on the water,
and you trying oh-so-desperately to match
but failing by just-that-much
[but you're so cute when you try that it
just. doesn't. matter.]
&& the cameras will flash, memorializing perfection
while the music pounds and thuds
sending vibrations through my heart,
into your hands.
because only you hold my heart.
so let's make a toast, to hearts and memories,
to spiked punch and daydream believers --
to us, commemorating our one-last-night
[oh, the air tastes of finality and
bittersweet goodbyes --
dear, let's hold on while we can]
because the night's flying by
and it'll never come again;
our lives are going fast,
so let's slow this dance down
just one last time.
Author notes
ohh, this is just not good.
A contest entry
- Project Poetry Round 2 by Lady Altheia.
925 points, ended February 17, 2008, 6 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
