chasing balloons…

i’m waiting for autumn…
leaves in Central Park…
holding weathered hands…
walking past kids sipping cocoa…
chasing balloons…

meet me in November…
among horses in Columbus Circle…
taking pictures of two lovers…
dancing to a beat-up saxophone…
hold-on…hold-on…

eating pretzels and pralines…
your smile…your smile…
looking-up at a cloudless sky…
gold and reds are pulled from blonde hair…
emeralds shine…

wanting to kiss…
looking for the right moment…
under the bridge as a cool-wind blows…
bells ring…the city rolls-on…
ageless…we were ageless…

and you had no idea…
nor did i…
of how magic works…
but we grabbed it…
do not let go…do not let go…

i’m waiting for autumn…
leaves in Central Park…
holding weathered hands…
walking past kids sipping cocoa…
chasing balloons…

i’m waiting for you…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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