This Used To Be My Playground....

 

Linking with Poet's United for the Mid Week Motif~ The Nineties posted by Susan

 

It may seem shallow, but one of the first things that came to my mind of the 90's was Madonna, so I shall write a poem consisting mainly the titles of her songs.  Wish me luck....and I promise there won't be erotica so papa don't preach! :-)

 

 

This used to be my play ground this place so far in the past....and like a prayer I hold on to the memories...for they are frozen in time within the confines of my heart....and when the music plays I'll remember once again how I was crazy for you.... cause you were my lucky star and I was your ray of light in a constant holiday that made me cherish what it feels like to be a girl now I live to tell each secret and all the confessions on a dance floor that those times whispered of that could never be a bedtime story...and I refuse to be sorry for it all was a stepping stone to where I am now like hard candy makes us brush our teeth....the wilds of life lead us to a settling place...now a material girl I never was...but on the borderline I stood so many times where my spirit would take a bow and my heart would jump just to justify my love...vulnerable raw and true was the love we shared...and like a virgin each time we touched was like the first time indeed....now looking back I know that nothing really matters if it does not hold love at the core.....and what we had was true blue....it survived the storms of time no rain nor drought could kill it.... now it is the past but it still proves to be the thief of hearts in my memory....so I turn the radio on again and again just to go back to that forbidden love and all the memories it holds....for it will and always be the place I go back to....cause you see this used to be my play ground.

 

 

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