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A Poem by
t.m.
If only...
I could write a million words
all over these pages,
just for you.
I could fill
every line
and the ones
in between.
I could build
a brand new world
where you could see
everything I do.
A place where you
could be the real you.
A place like fantasy
where the stars
can be held in pockets
collected like children
collect rocks.
You'd always have
a hand to hold.
You'd always know that
you're free
and you're loved.
© 2016 t.m.
Author's Note
Might change the format. Let me know with the feedback if the format conveys what I'm saying or just skews the poem. Thanks!
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Posted 7 Years Ago
I like it. Feels like being carried/supported with the underlines
Posted 8 Years Ago
I like it. Feels like being carried/supported with the underlines
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
As someone still learning, why have you put a line through the 8th line? What does that imply or what is it supposed to make me think/feel?
Posted 8 Years Ago
As someone still learning, why have you put a line through the 8th line? What does that imply or what is it supposed to make me think/feel?
0 of 1 people found this review constructive.
8 Years Ago
The underlines are like notebook lines, the line through is in between.
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