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Hands of Shelter

Poetry By: aaihalbs
Poetry



Some of you will understand, most will think it's nonsense, and I don't know which group to belong to. Thanks to everyone for reading. :)


Submitted:Jan 7, 2012    Reads: 18    Comments: 3    Likes: 3   


Everyday it's different
I can't exactly say
What made today tomorrow
And tomorrow yesterday

Days tumbled past our vision,
Faded our ideas,
Dragged out our commitment
Until the days became our years

Now there's some motive in your posture
Some hinting in your walk
That makes today the tomorrow
That you promised you would talk

Time may hold your secrets
And suspend my reverie
But she is a cruel mistress
That ensures we're never free

Chairs slide and wringing hands stumble
Through our anxiety
I once told you that I loved you
Of course you said the same to me

Our words they shape their meaning
According to our times
We could play this game forever
Although we're past our prime

You say I'm complicated
And I'm forced to concur
Though you admit you're sorry
There will always be her.





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