I found you
unexpectedly,
you’re unpredictable,
and unexplainable.
You’re there,
the hard to keep,
to clip,
to my clipboard,
and seem
to slip
from my grip.
Then, you become
the chip
on my shoulder.
Can’t quite
shake you off,
you’re halfway
down my sleeve.
God, give me something,
please.
On my knees.
Need an Angel
or someone…
This is my thousandth plead.
Gets a little old,
need a cane.
Five months later,
you came.
There must of been
a time,
a right one.
You’re my random hope,
exactly,
what I need.
Author Notes You never know what to expect. Painting by Daniela Schweinsberg |
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