Blinded by green pastures,
suitcases packed with goodbyes,
pretty girls give up boots for high heels.
Somewhere out there has bright lights,
while here is only dust and a broken moon.
Dreams walk along Fifth Avenue,
not the parking lot of a five and dime.
Pretty girls don’t want rearview mirrors.
They want to move on and never look back.
Leaving is the only thing they plan for.
They never seem to notice this small town
is always full of pretty girls.
©Susie Clevenger 2013
Comments
and your poem is just marvelous... and i totally relate. they're chomping at the bit to leave, they DON'T want rearview mirrors, and they might never go back at all. excellent!!!
Too bad these pretty girls look for their dreams in the bright lights. The ending is a a clincher for me...a town full of pretty girls~ Good one ~
Somewhere out there has bright lights,
while here is only dust and a broken moon.