Always
By Objection
This is not another love poem Though I wish that it could be The boy-I don't really know him But freakishly-he knows me. Reached across the abyss for me and never quite grabbed hold. I'm very glad he couldn't you see, His hands are supernaturally cold. Many rhetorical questions I shot over in his way He always tried to answer them Then would ask if I was ok. Just once I wish I'd told the complete answer to that But instead, emotions I with hold He'll never know when my thoughts were at. Though some things he'll know never He'll always know one thing- I'll care for him forever Though I know not what he means. Written March 30th, 2002 © on Mar 30 2002 04:28 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"This is not another love poem..."