Hold my hand in silence
Do not speak, for words do not matter
Send me flowers and notes
Expressing your love for me
Take me to the fair with a pocket full of quarters
Let me shoot the ducks and hang on your shirt for dear life on The Twister
Remember my birthday
And take me out to a pasta place so we can talk
Help me with my homework
I'll carry your books and you can carry mine
Hug me goodmorning and goodbye
Sit next to me with our sandwiches and have our shoulders touching
Give me your time, your thoughts
Give me your hand
YOU ARE READING
Words of Whimsy
PoetryMy montage of poetry, from suckish to less suckish, this is what I do when I'm not actively being mauled by a bear.
