Reply To: Me poetry, you poetry

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On manillascissor wrote:

so exciting was the day
you came to me carrying a box
i opened hurriedly
to find a piece of paper
a perfect white square
crisp and clean
could cut to the bone
if i wasn’t careful
i pressed it against my face
a blank slate
the smell of faxes and drying ink
i could do so much
with just this little piece of paper
so i wrote all my hope and dreams on it
and gave it back to you
not one empty space
and now, one year later
you give me another box
again i open so fast
only to see that piece of paper
all crumbled and tattered and stained
i look up to see what happened
and you were just saying goodbye
leaving me alone with my desires
alone with my faults
staring at my handwriting

in my time of dying