seems like you could fix
my shaky handwriting
just by being able
to read me.
seems like you could make me
love the way
I can’t tell stories.
seems like you could make me
love the way
I’m hopeless more often than not.
seems like
no one would disapprove.
seems like all the
rain’s showered on you
but it’s okay
because the stars can dry
faster than the drops fall.
seems like you could fix
my laugh so
it never falls from the shelf again.
seems like I could
pay for anything
with what you’re worth.
seems like you could fix
my silly little heartbeat
the one that s-
s-
skips here
l-
like a
drum l-
line out of
rhythm.
Originality Is A Rare Gift
When I read your work I often re-read a line because I don't believe you said that like that and so very very well. That's good is one thing, but when you mentally say that all the way down and then you hit an ending like this one, there are no more accolades or compliments possible because you've covered the entire spectrum. Bravo and Encore! - yrpoemreaderandappreciator.
Thank you so very much! Can't
Thank you so very much! Can't help but grant the encore, if I didn't write I'd go insane.
*tallsquirrelgirl* she feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS ~henry james
Silly little heartbeat:
I like your poem here; it is certainly a different kind of poem - so full of erratic but contrasting comments. Sounds like hopeless infatuation tallsquirelgirl.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57