you drew my hand
onto a piece of paper
and I could not help
but think of how
empty it looked
"that's just the way it is"
you said, as if it was
"you are simply not
holding anything"
you were right;
I did not have
your hand in mine,
nor your face cupped inside.
I did not have
you wrapped around
any fingers,
nor was your heart
resting in the palm
of my hand.
how nice it
would be
I thought,
to at least have
a grip
on reality.
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Sad Sorta Poetry Shit
PoetryI get bored a lot and like to write, a kind of poetry thing, I know what poetry is but I'm not sure this is poetry. If you take the time to read them, let me know please? Most of these are sad as fuck, so my apologizes, and I would like it if you...
