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My Pink Lampshade
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closet boxes 2002 I have a blue baseball cap
that doesn't belong to me
a replacement for the necklace
he wouldn't give.
It's old and ratty
unclean and covered in dust
as it hangs on the post
of my bed painted green.
The button on top is frayed
no longer navy but ocean blue
worn so that it shines white
in certain light
a meeting point for the lines
running up six sides.
The inside is stained brown
from the sweat
made from pressure endured
in the games he played as a youth.
Deep inside in bright orange pen
are words inscribed.
"Eric's hat" they say
"If found, please call Eric's mom" they demand
though the hat isn't Eric's
and never was
and is mine now
that ahd nothign to do with a pink lampshade it was old an old smelly blue baseball cap
Much Love
Ashley
i really like the story you tell with this. i get a very clear picture of what the hat looks like and what it's been through. svats for your writting skills.
ok
yeah
bye now
ash
Much Love
Ashley
haha, i love this poem, very cute. and for those of us who can remember the junior-high-esque relationships with awkard boys who could barely fumble to hold you hand, muchless buy you a necklace, it ring very true!
very nice now please put down that crack pipe and come back to the real world k.
love it it is really good
Brandon