hands
10:49 PM
love came at 3
but love left at 4
it's a quarter past 9, and you're still waiting
staring at clocks wishing love's big hand would finally choose you
between time, and you, my love,
you're just too much the same
you're too hard to read, too hard to talk to, you keep me up all night, and always forget "happy birthday."
the only difference between time, and you, my love
are hands made by god,
and hands i can depend on.
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"staring at clocks wishing love's big hand would finally choose you"
ReplyDeleteAnd that picture at the end.
I kind of hate how much I relate to this, you know?
you're too hard to read, too hard to talk to, you keep me up all night, and always forget "happy birthday"
ReplyDeleteAnd then end.. Whoa.
This is beautiful.
im in love with this and you
ReplyDeletesorry was that too far?
still love you
Hey so AFHS Poetry club and LP creative writing are doing a Summer Slam open mic on August 12th, at 9pm at 746 N 730 E American Fork and we would absolutely love it if you came! You can share a poem or just listen or whatever. It's going to be super cool and a lot of great poets are coming. Savanna Jones will probably get on here soon and attest that it's gonna be cool and that I'm not a crazy person since you don't know me. You are completely welcome to bring anyone with you, especially other writers! That's all, hope you can come!
ReplyDeleteall things about this entire poem (including pictures) made me lose my mind a little. you do a great job at short poems with 10000000 meanings. just wonderful.
ReplyDeleteOh..... I can depend on you to blow me away ever time. Mind successfully shattered. Thank you Thank you Thank you for posting.
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