I can't make myself
fall apart on command
Can't produce a whole
huge reaction for you;
can't intuit when you
really want me to,
and
you
never ask me to.
That's true.
But I feel I should,
and I feel the lack. I
want
to be so in sympathy that
the moment you're in,
I can't understand.
I'd respond
anyway
just a touch,
so strong.
In hand.
but I can't
but I wish
I can.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Friday, February 24, 2023
Not lIke cLockwork
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