Our Derek
By birksy
Our Derek, Needs a little reassurance, He’s not sure which way to move, And when he does, he still won’t take it. His words take time to form, Out of nerves, possibly something more, It’s hard to know which way to approach him. There’s no real end to this poem, Our Derek just keeps being him, keeps beating him. One day he might surprise me, though not today. Written December 12th, 2001 © on Dec 13 2001 10:41 PM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 12
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