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Nov 2012
my name felt so comfortable on your lips.
two tones too low
two times too soft
to tell if you meant it.
as much as you mean to me.
don't wait anymore.
please. the sun will hold your hand as it rises.
the moon will keep your feet on the ground.
take this hand that's been held open
held towards the ceiling and        held       here
it's catching music notes                  oh       look
turn off those lights and     smile      at me
the shape your face made when it saw me looking at you

i thought
my heart
was safe.
Courtney Harris
Written by
Courtney Harris  Halifax, NS
(Halifax, NS)   
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   bethiem
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