The Non-Poet
She sits there
eyes adrift
fingers flashing
words float
from her lips
as she watches
me eagerly
for a response
and I
do not have
a flippin
idea what
the heck
she’s talking
about
eyes adrift
fingers flashing
words float
from her lips
as she watches
me eagerly
for a response
and I
do not have
a flippin
idea what
the heck
she’s talking
about
I absolutely, totally adore this poem.
ReplyDeleteYou are soooo sweet <3 Thank you! :)
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