Poet In The Jar Diaries: Grains Of Sand

Sunday, October 12

Grains Of Sand

There's something in those eyes.
In that voice.
In those fingers.
Something about the melancholy way that you smile.
The way I make you smile.
Hold on to me, in your desert.
Even though I'm not the hero you requested.
See the grains of sand with me.
And keep that something in your eyes.
In your voice.
In your fingers.
It'll be worth our while.

4 comments:

AlevOctober 12, 2008 at 3:13 PM
Awww, this is such a sweet poem, I love it. ^^
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Poet In The JarOctober 12, 2008 at 5:35 PM
Haha thank you :) You would so laugh your head off if you knew who I wrote this about, hahahahha :D
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RyanOctober 17, 2008 at 1:51 AM
I fucking LOVE this Bex, its so cute :)
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Poet In The JarOctober 18, 2008 at 2:01 PM
Hahaha yeah, gotta see the small things in the big life. ^^
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