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Poem has a minion!

Serenade the Vesnali Blue Bird




Poem
Legacy Name: Poem


The Nostalgic Irion
Owner: Virtual

Age: 10 years, 6 days

Born: March 23rd, 2014

Adopted: 10 years, 6 days ago

Adopted: March 23rd, 2014

Statistics


  • Level: 8
     
  • Strength: 15
     
  • Defense: 13
     
  • Speed: 12
     
  • Health: 12
     
  • HP: 12/12
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


thoughtful | beautiful | lost in reverie

I carried the message, tucked in my pocket. You had told me you'd be there: a reminder in my locket.

Once or twice you had made mistakes. I cried through the night; I told you I was right.

You held on to your ways; a photo was all that reminded me. Could I throw it away?

Wings could not help me soar; I felt lost and lonely but not looking for more. Let's move onto the next step. Show me what's left.

It's turned us against each other--this dangerous game. I held onto the message, inscribed with my name.

What would it say--this paper--inside? Would the lines be of glory? Or of faded goodbyes?

Slap me awake. Take me now. I need to feel. I need you to bow. I want to be queen. I want to live dreams. Could you spoil me? Let's dance in the stars. I want to fly far. I want to soar, to glide. Can we fling fire into the sky? Make the clouds split apart?

No? Then let me be thankful. Thank you for the time we've had together. And the days still to come. Let's dance in the kitchen. And share bubble gum. Let's hold hands down the street and as we walk in the mall: when you hold me as we walk on ice. To help me up if I fall.

Next Steps by Jeanine, 2013

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