Tinder.

Tinder.

A Poem by michelle
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A contemporary sonnet.

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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

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michelle
michelle

chester, cheshire, United Kingdom



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Hi. 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..

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