Lines are rivers across your palm
Rough from work, a map
Of were you’ve been, were
You hope to go;
Someday I will follow
Freckles are stars blinking on
Your cheeks, constellations to
Guide me to you. Trace my
Fingers gently, oh so gentle and
Someday I will follow
Lights are clouds in your eyes,
Stolen bits of sky hiding and
Laughing when I blush.
Encouraging me to come. Because
Someday I will follow
Scars become obstacles on your wrists,
A bridge from me to you; please
Let me cross and place
My lips to them. Beg you, plead
And cry for you.
Someday I will follow
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Fighting Reality
PoetryReality and I are at war. What about, I've never really been sure. But I'm trying my best to figure it out.
