So, I forgot there was a section of the site for this kind of thing! I wrote a poem within the last few minutes of April 1, since I just then remembered what day it was.
April 1
"Eyes and Tongue"
In your eyes I saw the size
of the heart you kept on your tongue,
and I heard the way your words
dribbled out like piles of sticky notes.
Each one had its own excuse writ;
it’s own reason why we should not be.
In those eyes I thought I saw
honesty and beauty
and the soul of a real man
with real hands he could wrap
tight round my wasted waist,
this space of unused femininity.
But what was in your eyes,
were only the lies
of what I thought we should be.
And your tongue thought much differently.
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I really hope I keep it up this month. I miss poetry so much.
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