Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 7
Careful, love,
that you are not
too well-guarded,
sounding high alerts
until no one
dares approach
your gates.

Mind not to wind
yourself too tight
out of fear
to let loose
some brittle flaw
until you splinter
and shatter.

A closed fist
a lover never made--

Loosen your grip
on your expectations
of the audience,
and simply play
your part.

Come curtain,

we may
surprise
each other.
Just wondering if my friend/coworker finally got the stick out from wherever he stored it during our time together.

Those jagged edges hurt both ways, babes.
Hannah Jones
Written by
Hannah Jones  24/F/Memphis
(24/F/Memphis)   
  334
   My Dear Poet
Please log in to view and add comments on poems