Oct 2018
Ever I have longed to take
your hand upon my palm
for all the nights I've lied awake
regretting what I had not done
in morning's rise I had believed
in cleansing of my thoughts
but removal I had not achieved
and was left with not a loss
now as ever, I long to take
under moments rash or calm
in days asleep or days awake
your hand upon my palm
your hand upon my palm
for all the nights I've lied awake
regretting what I had not done
in morning's rise I had believed
in cleansing of my thoughts
but removal I had not achieved
and was left with not a loss
now as ever, I long to take
under moments rash or calm
in days asleep or days awake
your hand upon my palm
love poem? how unusual. a lil one that i quite like, not sure why though -- as it is quite simple and quite trite. Oh well. I like what i like.
