I pretend it's you
I count the days on my fingers(yes, I have changed hand a lot of times now)
I use to look at myself in the mirror
and revise myself like it was you
Sometimes caress my fingertips my cheeks
and sometimes plays the fingers with my hair
I pretend it's you
Sometimes I walk on the grass
and trow a ball between a tree and me
I pretend it's you
I count the moments on my toes
(the fingers are already buisy)
and sometimes I sing our song
But I pretend
I pretend it's you
Sometimes I paint my arms
full of small curlicues
I pretend they're you
I use to kiss my arms
untill my lips says stop
because no, it isn't you
Poetry by Halloway
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Written on 2007-05-05 at 12:38
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