Delilah

by Hannah Whitman

"Diana and the Wooden Wall" by Lydia Selk


I put on my best dress for you,

even though I wasn’t supposed to.

I shined up my shoes and did up my hair,

raced off to the station- at noon you’d be there.

I imagined what my momma would say,

when she finally realized I had run away.

But nothing mattered when in your arms,

those eyes would melt me, keep me safe from harm.

I dreamed of your hands, stepped onto the track,

imagined your fingers sliding down my back.

I closed my eyes, the train crept behind,

my dress would get torn but at least you’re on time.

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