3/24/19A Poem by Andre Peterson
I recall the years, my room fell silent.
My curtain remained closed. And for what? My watch ticks me to sleep And all I can do is listen. More people smile back at me. As if my expression changed their perspective for a moment. But only for a moment. A snap of my fingers and all as it was before. Just like that. I had my breath taken away nine times today. And each time I ask myself "is something wrong." "Could this be the effect of my magnetism? I gasp for air, you smile and sigh. That is the only difference between you and I. © 2019 Andre Peterson |
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