Traditional
rings not in my vocabulary
it lays dormant
cast aside my life
because it strangled me
tried to shake me into
a perfect puppet
bobbing along
doing what good girls do
the way you’re supposed to do life
but I let Untraditional
take my hand
bring me into the woods
where sinful creatures
galavant in sheer joy
at the freedom of
let’s do it the way we want
and I felt at home
©MidwestFantasy
07/26/2017
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Makes me want to run naked and wild and howl at the moon.
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Exactly!!
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We must be free…or wither away. Great poem.
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Thanks 😊 I agree.
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