Falling more, the more the know.
So attached, I can't let go.
Hold my scale ,
I'll hold your hand.
Secrets I'll tell,
On the west coast's sand.
"Stop, we'll get in trouble".
His language, so subtle.
Continue, Mr. Tape recorder.
"Shall we... Draw a border?"
[ Context: Our history teacher put "sunshine" and me in the same study group. To help me with the lining, "sunshine" held the ruler on certain points on the paper that was to be presented, and told me to use it to trace lines. He tried to get close to me the whole group work period and I bet this was another one of his gestures and attempts to get close to me, especially since I didn't need anyone to hold the ruler. I was also the one writing while he read out from his notes. Other than that, I generally found him to be a bit talkative and I found his voice to be lively and thus the name, "Tape Recorder" in this poem. The whole concept and the poem is a bit silly but that's the closest our hands got and I just wanted to cherish that memorable group work by writing this poem. 😀❤✨]
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Sunshine Be Mine | Poetry
PoetryUnsaid things are best spoken through poetry. Poems are the best whisperers of secrets. Feelings and emotions are sometimes better expressed through different forms of literature than through speech. So, these poems for a warm soul, are written in...
