Hands

Never will I be yours

Nor will you mine be,

For your hand does not fit,

Nor will it ever sit in mine.

 

I like you a little

and I love you a bit.

But-

Maybe it is not your hand instead it is

Mine, that does not fit.

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741