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
This is so full of longing - such a beautiful poem

Bookmarked

Elle x
2007-05-07


amandeep
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.
2007-05-05


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

Beautifuly expressed Hal.
(((H)))
Love, Zoya
2007-05-05


nature
this is a very thought provoking poem
keep writing
2007-05-05