Repeat
you have it in your hands,
and what i do not know.
what i have felt before
i couldn't feel again.
i know you know
that i know you know,
but to be yours
is to be buried a month early.
the winter lasts for twenty hours
if this life is but a day.
as repetitive as a leap year birthday.
i know you know
i'll stay.
Copyright © Evelyn Rose | Year Posted 2015
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