{"id":110150,"date":"2022-06-25T13:15:29","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T17:15:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=110150"},"modified":"2022-06-25T13:15:29","modified_gmt":"2022-06-25T17:15:29","slug":"beginning-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/beginning-4\/","title":{"rendered":"Beginning"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I find you printed in black ink on paper in a hardback book on my shelf.<br \/>\nYou\u2019re tattooed on my heart filling up all the space.<br \/>\nPlease look for me<br \/>\nFind me dancing barefoot on the pavement.<br \/>\nLosing myself in the bottom of a wine glass<br \/>\nI\u2019m a child with my knees stained with green grass<br \/>\nThis is only the beginning. <\/p>\n<p>Maybe it tastes a little bit too much like vodka at eighteen.<br \/>\nHigh on peer pressure and low self esteem.<br \/>\nNothing to remember and everything still to forget.<br \/>\nKisses that now when I look back taste like regret. <\/p>\n<p>You can always count on getting older<br \/>\nAnd Death is a part of life<br \/>\nAnd Love is just a game<br \/>\nEvery roll brings me one step closer to you no matter how I try.<\/p>\n<p>You\u2019re the sunflower stark silhouette against the night sky.<br \/>\nYou taste like sunshine at twenty three.<br \/>\nI think I\u2019m kind of someone but still haven\u2019t found me.<br \/>\nI watch the time fly but time is at a standstill in your eyes.<br \/>\nJust like God hand knitting the clouds in the sky. <\/p>\n<p>We can always count on getting older<br \/>\nDeath is only a part of life<br \/>\nAnd all the love before you was only a game<br \/>\nEvery move brought me one step closer to you. <\/p>\n<p>Can you hear me even now?<br \/>\nFeeling lost even at sixty-three<br \/>\nThis is our story and it\u2019s only the beginning. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I find you printed in black ink on paper in a hardback book on my shelf. You\u2019re tattooed on my heart filling up all the space. Please look for me Find me dancing barefoot on the pavement. Losing myself in the bottom of a wine&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4298,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[2237,5062],"class_list":["post-110150","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","tag-poemfive","tag-promptfive-promptfive2022"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/110150","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4298"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=110150"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/110150\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":110161,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/110150\/revisions\/110161"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=110150"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=110150"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=110150"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}