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September 23
by Meghan HelmichIt's never over
the plucking of your eyes to mine.
Maybe the only way to have you
is with hands tied behind my back.
Wouldn't be the first time I've had to read lips
in order to hear the things I painfully need.
And I'm sure it won't be the last
shopping cart crusade that I take
up and down the aisle.
We should write a holy book together
about all the people we never wanted to be
and watch the blank faces line up
to be part of our history.
I promise not to cut your hair
if you promise to love what you see in me. 09/23/2011 Posted on 09/23/2011
Copyright © 2024 Meghan Helmich
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 09/23/11 at 08:52 PM Mmm. We see similarly, I think. A collaboration between us would be interesting. Your last two lines are great. I love the whole thing. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 09/24/11 at 12:12 AM These dated poems for September are just fabulous. I'm going to do something like this for October and I chose that month for various reasons.
These words you've written cut like a knife and hurt oh so good. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 09/24/11 at 01:52 PM Hurts so good, right? I keep thinking you can't top the last one, and then you prove me wrong. |
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