Touch me
Keep it deep
Hold all my faces
Don’t let me speak
They say
I won’t make it
I won’t make it
To 30
So I should
Take my chances
And they
Take advantage
In and out of season
The meter’s running
And they leave all
The best of you
Behind
And hey
There
Against the morning light
You hold my faces
taking my hand
write your name
It’s understood
We’ve been there and back again
And every time
The blanket comes
Like 3am over my emotions
You hold my faces
Staring into my eyes
Her lips are red
And I can taste every colour
Of this sunrise
They say I won’t make it
To 30
I take my chances …
Origin (Ethan Bethune)
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I really like this poem. It’s really simple but it has the beat of a song and it’s about something I would never think to write about.
Thank you so much.