A Poem in the Queue
April 24, 2016 § Leave a comment
I’ve been waiting here for months
You won’t touch my words
You won’t comb my letters
You’re hiding behind the shades of my semicolons
And you took that comma seriously
But I didn’t mean it so, baby
Move my verses a little further
They might move you a bit, too
A stanza or two
Slowly. Lovingly. Tenderly.
And after all, who knows?
I might become a poem one day
…to be continued