I pretend it's you

I count the days on my fingers
(yes, I have changed hand a lot of times now)
I use to look at myself in the mirror
and revise myself like it was you

Sometimes caress my fingertips my cheeks
and sometimes plays the fingers with my hair
I pretend it's you

Sometimes I walk on the grass
and trow a ball between a tree and me
I pretend it's you

I count the moments on my toes
(the fingers are already buisy)
and sometimes I sing our song
But I pretend
I pretend it's you

Sometimes I paint my arms
full of small curlicues
I pretend they're you

I use to kiss my arms
untill my lips says stop
because no, it isn't you

Poetry by Halloway
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Written on 2007-05-05 at 12:38

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
This is so full of longing - such a beautiful poem


Elle x

nicely done.
very nice.....love has the memories.....and sometimes we just still wait.....but no one comes...then we pretend........as you wrote...nice, very beautiful.

Zoya Zaidi
Sometimes when deeply in love,
The longing is so intense,
that 'I' becomes 'You'...

Beautifuly expressed Hal.
Love, Zoya

this is a very thought provoking poem
keep writing