SnapshotsA Poem by Sarah JaneSmeared with rage, he glares at me Through his teeth, he sneers I hesitate when I fall And I feel absolutely nothing ~~~~~ With a hint of reluctance, he takes me Through the chaos, we connect I hesitate only long enough To bask in the intimacy ~~~~~ From lips of honey, he grins at me Though strangers, he dabbles I hesitate to think What he will think of me ~~~~~ Small in stature, he waves at meThrough the glass, he smiles I hesitate to drive away Just to etch him into memory ~~~~~ Wrapped in regret, she searches me At my silence, she stares I hesitate only to realize That I feel absolutely nothing
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Added on November 28, 2017 Last Updated on November 28, 2017 Author
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