Sunday, 30 October 2016

A poem, by Adam Common, poet

The words said
That you were the
Other half of me.

I listened to them,
And tried my best
To transcribe.

But the writing is
Uneven, and even
I can't read it,
Or remember 
Exactly what
The voice had said.
But I know the feeling.

It is unspoken,
An undercurrent
To my every breath.

So with no ounce
Of performance,
I act only for love.


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