February 4, 2024.
Left you a goodbye kiss
and when I licked the seal,
I cut my tongue
My hands were covered in pencil lead and blisters
They were shaking and I must have wrote in whispers
Seems my voice still wavers
Even when you’re not around
But hopefully, you can read my writing anyway
You always understood me best, within the shades of gray
The ones I wallow around in, sulk, and brood (and play)
Much easier to exist in the middle, where no one else seems to stay
But don’t fret, because soon
This lousy letter will find you
A piece of me will float around in this mountain fog
Until it finds the light of my little life
Poetry by aidan haskel
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Written on 2024-02-05 at 20:44
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and that's when you come in
Pressed the envelope edge to my lipsLeft you a goodbye kiss
and when I licked the seal,
I cut my tongue
My hands were covered in pencil lead and blisters
They were shaking and I must have wrote in whispers
Seems my voice still wavers
Even when you’re not around
But hopefully, you can read my writing anyway
You always understood me best, within the shades of gray
The ones I wallow around in, sulk, and brood (and play)
Much easier to exist in the middle, where no one else seems to stay
But don’t fret, because soon
This lousy letter will find you
A piece of me will float around in this mountain fog
Until it finds the light of my little life
Poetry by aidan haskel
Read 135 times
Written on 2024-02-05 at 20:44
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