12 pt Times New Roman

October 26, 2010
You’re much nicer in print,
shimmering on the page below me,
covered with alluring and masculine
adjectives and nouns:
humor, personality, rippling pectorals…
Oh yes, you’re much nicer in the confines
of my pen and ink world.
The minute you leap off the page,
assembling all my precious words
into your tangible figure,
I lose control and you defy me.
You march around, doing as you please,
and laugh at my calloused fingers,
my weary, ink-stained hands.

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-LeftBehindBroken- said...
Nov. 20, 2010 at 1:57 pm
I love this poem and it is truely beautiful that you could turn such a small subject into such a great poem! keep bringing the life out of simple things :)))
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