18:08
Don't look at me while holding eye contact
Grab my hands from across the room
Separate our minds when thinking the same
And don't ever contradict yourself
We're journeying the labyrinth of these walls as one
I am leaving a person sized space between us
Not for any of them to fill
But the void, that aligns us.
"How does it feel leading?"
I cry from the back
And from the front I hear
"How does it feel leading?"
Echoing off the distance.
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The New Year Lore
PuisiPoetry describing my perspective of new years through the eyes of the others. Quite thought out. weirdly enough, in these unorderly poems, order matters. I hope you enjoy. Or at least find it a passable way to spend the time. *cough* or potentially...
