Heart In The Hand Of A Human

June 4, 2010
By VilaNova8970 BRONZE, Fort Lauderdale, Florida
VilaNova8970 BRONZE, Fort Lauderdale, Florida
3 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Feel him.
Is that true?
He’s in my home.
Everyday till 9.
Maybe past 12 sometimes.
All we do is laugh and chat
About the silliest things like
How my hair turns pink in the sunshine
My crispy brown skin the same as his hair.
How so quickly did it get this far?
From dining simply on the shore,
To days of flesh and roses…
He says…my life is thick,
With worry and pain.
How could he know…?
The conflict

The author's comments:
A guy I used to know keeps lingering at the edge of my mind, and he's the holder of the hourglass of my life. This one's here to you.

Similar Articles


This article has 0 comments.

Parkland Book