inside you
You’re not so cold to touch
as your manner does suggest;
the mercury nestled in your lips
reveals a different story –
shows me your blood is at all times
feverishly warm with life and fervour.
And you’re not so difficult to love
as your past cruelly suggests;
the stethoscope pressed to your chest
sounds out a different tale –
tells me your heart quickens when it should
and slows only when it must.
hi,from Japan.Thank you for your comment.I envy you because you can write poem.Yes, It’s difficult for western people to learn Japanese. In addition to that, I respect you teach yourself. Have a wonderful weekend!
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Ah, you’re brilliant. Lovely. One day, your diary will become a book.
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godl….brilliant! who is this about?
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for some reason, i can relate to this, though i’m sure i’m interpreting it in a different context than what it was written. but that’s what poetry does…it’s a uniquely organized set of words that incite the emotions inside of someone, pricking at a person’s emotions through the filters of interpretation that we all possess.
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