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Puddles of Poetry
Very few nights
do my sentiments take command,
but right now
I'm crying sentences into my hands.
Puddles of poetry form,
for you,
relentlessly.
Very few nights
do my sentiments take command,
but right now
I'm crying sentences into my hands.
Puddles of poetry form,
for you,
relentlessly.
This poem, although short in length and ambiguious as to the reason behind the tears, is by far the most painful for me to read. I memorized it the day you wrote it and when I remember it, it just makes my heart literally hurt. I'm so sorry.