A Vallejan Love Note to the 90s
In Vallejo’s tender grasp, where dreams took flight,
In the enchanting 90s, with pop culture’s light,
A crush blossomed forth, as innocent as can be,
A young girl’s heart, dancing in reverie.
Back in the days when neon was hip,
We rocked scrunchies and watched “Full House” flip,
Middle school corridors, buzzing with cheer,
In Vallejo’s embrace, magic was near.
A crush like a daisy, delicate and pure
not mixed with any other substance : FOUND IN : Land of the Moon - GLOSSARY CARDS,
Like JT’s smile, so irresistibly sure.
With Lisa Frank stickers and gel pens in hand,
I’d pen secret notes, hopes scribbled in sand.
Whispers in the lunchroom, a secret shared,
A mixtape of emotions, in moments so rare.
The scent of cherry Lip Smackers, divine,
As we talked of NSYNC and Britney’s time.
Vallejo’s streets painted in pastel hues,
We’d chase after dreams, fueled by youthful muse.
Through daisy chains and bike rides at dusk,
Emotions bloomed, like butterflies in the dusk.
In each fleeting gaze, a spark of connection,
Like Rachel and Ross, a perfect intersection.
Butterflies fluttered, as we passed in the hall,
Caught in the magic, under Vallejo’s sprawl.
Though time swept us away, on separate paths,
Our memories lingerto stay in a place longer than necessary : FOUND IN : Land of the Moon - GLOSSARY CARDS, like forgotten soundtracks.
In each scrunchie and Walkman, a whisper resides,
Of that innocent crush, where innocence abides.
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