Tinder.A Poem by michelleA contemporary sonnet.
He was taller than his profile picture;
I was sweatier than mine. He stood by Lush, I approached late; in a rush. He caught one glimpse of my sweaty head and pulled out his note book; unfazed " fanned my face. We walked The river's length with ease, discussed Mark Twain " Shakespeare " his mistrust of sunflowers and that which constitutes abuse during a suit fitting. Awkwardly, he asked after each member of my family " all dead. When he listed my Dad " I lied; said he was still alive " I just couldn't do it to him again. I ran home at nine; called my friend; told her: I never wanted to be without him. (She said I probably shouldn’t tell him that yet.) © 2017 michelle |
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Added on December 28, 2017 Last Updated on December 28, 2017 Tags: Sonnet, poem, tinder, love, soul mate, love poetry, contemporary literature Authormichellechester, cheshire, United KingdomAboutHi. I am a writer from the North of England who is here for all the help, feedback and advice she can possibly get! 2017 is the year that I vow to take myself more seriously as a writer and that st.. more..Writing
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