June 10, 2024.
looking through those heart-shaped glasses
- if you were caressing my cheek
or if you were molding me like clay
Smoothing out the crevices,
Removing those pesky finger prints
Creating a blank slate for something much better
Just not for me
I think the truth is somewhere in between
Because it felt like love, even then
I put my hand over yours, as if urging you on
You smiled impossibly wide and I mirrored you
I might as well have been -
the shoes you slipped on before work
or maybe, the keys that shook in your pocket
Mundane but with a specific purpose
Poetry by aidan haskel
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Written on 2024-06-10 at 06:47
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I could not quite tell in the moment -looking through those heart-shaped glasses
- if you were caressing my cheek
or if you were molding me like clay
Smoothing out the crevices,
Removing those pesky finger prints
Creating a blank slate for something much better
Just not for me
I think the truth is somewhere in between
Because it felt like love, even then
I put my hand over yours, as if urging you on
You smiled impossibly wide and I mirrored you
I might as well have been -
the shoes you slipped on before work
or maybe, the keys that shook in your pocket
Mundane but with a specific purpose
Poetry by aidan haskel
Read 77 times
Written on 2024-06-10 at 06:47
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