Sunday, April 24, 2011

NaPoWriMo Poem #18

You grip my hand in yours,
Dragging me along with you
As if you’re afraid I’ll run away
If there’s a moment when you
Don’t have a hold on me.
You wrap your arm
Around my waist,
Showing all eyes
Looking in this direction
That you have me
Claimed as your own
Even though you don’t.

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