If I spoke figuratively
figuring
you understood
universal expansion
manifest destiny
manifesting itself
in some way, inside of me-
acqaintance, friend, better friend,
until I am full of you and your face,
counting the days
until I see you next.
The probability
that you probably
understand
is low, I know-
and though your hand
holds mine,
I cannot push away
the voice in my mind
that says, "He
is only temporary."
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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