This is not a love poem
my poems are made of things
the exact symmetry of your grin
a color you can not describe
the way you hold me like a disaster
an ill-fitting coat when it's cold
sounds from a car
the verge of tears
hands on a face
right before I wake up
I miss you
~ Amy Turn Sharp
Amy Sharp is a wonderful poet and a generous soul. This poem is used with permission. You can find many, many more right here.
3 comments:
This poem is like a surprise. A surprise I like.
thank you so much xoxoox
'Hold me like a disaster.' I'm still thinking on that one!
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