My hands are tied
by thick black ropes
with yellow lines,
or else I’d wrap my arms around you.
As things stand
and this distance grows,
these reaching hands
are too far for safe and sound. Do
you think it’d be alright
if I called you late tonight?
I know it’s not the same,
but at least you’d hear me
say your name.
Do I already have something named "Far"? The full title would be "Far Too Far," so I gues it doesn't matter in the end.
ANYWHO.
I have this problem...? Where I fail at keeping in touch with people...? Unless I can touch them. And even then, I fail.
Working on that, though, so it's okay :D
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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i am terrible at keeping in touch with people.
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