When I said "You're hot"
It turns out I meant cold
I can't tell what you are -
Or what you're not
And it's really getting old.
Sincerely,
Letting Go
Monday, August 24, 2015
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A pressing moment Weighs on the poet To finish her sentence As she currently knows it Urgency quietly calls Through paper-made walls In a form that makes sense Of the daily rises and falls If left unfinished, it never will be For the way life unfolds so quickly.
About Me
- Kendra Lise
- For the words patiently sitting, And the sentences thinking of quitting, Secrets my mouth keeps hidden There is poetry.