This is what I remember:
A smile.
Your melting, mint chocolate eyes.
The way your collarbone feels
Beneath my fingertips.
“I don’t know how to play music,”
You say.
But you know how to make an instrument out of my body.
You know how to make me yours.
You know how to make me.
Every time I flip my quarter into the fountain,
I wish for The
Same
Thing.
You never make a wish before your coin
Touches the water.
You say,
“I have everything
that I could possibly want.”
What a waste are words unspoken.
Author notes
My first poem in a very long time...
Please tell me what you think
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Nice!
I really like your poem...especially these lines:
<<“I don’t know how to play music,”
You say.
But you know how to make an instrument out of my body.
You know how to make me yours.>>
It's really full of emotion, and this is the part I'm looking for in a poem, when I read it.
For your first in a very long time, it's really good. You should've seen my VERY first. I can't even belive that was a poem-no rhyme, no measure of lines, no nothing!
Congrats!
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