My left hand,
fastened down the right front
of my shirt.
"There's a war below us, my boy."
And nothing at all.
Above, with windows showing the wear we were both too afraid to admit to.
"You just met me at a very strange time in my life"
With a cocked head,
and an shot in your hand,
you breathed through me and my lies.
And cut.
Below, the dust starts to dwell into the granite, my feet grinding the age farther away.
"I meant it to be like this."
And kaboom.
My right hand in yours, my half clothed(naked) body feeling the cold your trouble let in.
"Tell them to go home."
The letters changed but the meaning stayed the same.
My logic flees out and my fingers go straight into my mouth.
And I repeat you, "You just met me at a very strange time in my life."
And I repeat you, "It takes a lot to keep this up."
And nothing at all.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Hannah.
You always lose me at what to say. I read your poem, and I am always so amazed that I don't even know how to convey that to you. This may just be another one of the best you've written. It's hard to tell which is your best, because they're all so good, so different, and so powerful.
Love it, love it, i love you. :]
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interesting
definitely caught my attention... has an air of urgency throughout. very nice. -
a mysterious style
a blunt and gritty style with minimal words
very well done
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