No

don’t tell me to go
please
don’t send me away
oh please
can’t i make you realize?
It’s not my choice:
my arms won’t let you go
my fingers are tangled in your hair
and nothing else in the world is more important
than staying right here right now
and I can’t understand
these words coming from your mouth
telling me it’s time

What is this thing TIME
and why does it command me?

Advertisements

2 Comments

  1. soleilfurieux said,

    August 12, 2008 at 3:17 pm

    Is this a goodnight poem?

  2. pinksilkjournal said,

    August 12, 2008 at 3:20 pm

    yes it is. not to mention that time has never made sense to me so I resent it a little.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: