Untitled (April 26, 2013)A Poem by therisaSigh. You slip Through my grasp With an expert's ease. Never staying In one spot Long enough To hold. Mercilessly You tease me While dropping Your subtle clues. Why I ask myself Do you do this? A question Left unanswered Except laughter From your throat. Knowing How I hate A mystery. As frustration Washes over me Like the incoming Neap. © 2013 therisa |
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Added on April 26, 2013 Last Updated on April 26, 2013 AuthortherisaOntario, CanadaAboutA pre-op transwoman, writing about my experiences, using free verse. Been told my poems are very emotional and personal, almost like a diary entry in verse. If you want to friend me, please review.. more..Writing
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