As we sat in silence, child small,
we made shadow puppets on the wall;
and with our right hands, fingers arched,
good lord! We made a heart.
But as soon as our fingers touched,
as though preconceived, all at once,
our hands gave a jerking start;
and we each tore it half apart.
So many times it's come undone
and I've fought for love and hardly won,
but it's never, ever been much fun,
at least not half as much as breaking fingers
on a wall,
sitting in a silent hallway,
I love the way you've shown the delicate beauty of childhood friendship
my god your writting is absolutly beautiful, keep it up!
this is beautiful, i think im gonna cry
this is absolutely lovely, and the rhyming isnt forced at all which is just a gasp of fresh air.
i love this. the rhymes are lovely without distracting from the piece or seeming too strained, and the concept is refreshingly unique. good work
Lovely imagery, lovely poem.
The rhyme and rhythm of this piece really lets the simple vocabulary hit home. Nicely done.