A girl with stars in her eyes
The embodiment of a wish
With promises in her lips
Makes me want to stay
Aimless satellite in her orbit
Where she has me spinning
Tag Archives: Spinning
Poem: Lena-Go-Round
Lena toes the edge
Of a rusty fire escape
Saying she’s ready to go
With her I’m never sure
If she’s thinking of packing
Or if she’s thinking of jumping
She’s like the tilt-a-whirl
Always spinning around
And I’m always ready
With my ticket for the ride