Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2012
Your arms were stretched out above us
Creating worlds with the movements of your hands
Depicting the vague concepts that I couldn’t grasp
With me just lying there, blurred mind, blurred edges,
Absolutely basking in your reality
I knew then nothing good would come of this
But why on Earth should that matter?
Written by
Kate Chalmers
558
   --- and ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems