Tell me

Tell me about summer, about full moons in winter

Tell me the time in a face of a clock that has stopped

Tell me about rain

And the way that it falls

Tell me about love and about nothing at all

Show me a world in the palm of your hand

Tell me you love me you hate me you need

Tell me you own me

You'll bleed me exceed me

Tell me you do,

When you don't understand

The way sorrow moves

In a shower of trees

Tell me about love what does it all mean?

A hand in a glove?

a leaf on a tree?

Is it as simple as simple as that?

A squiggle of lines

The streets on a map

Tell me you love me you hate me

Don't care

Walk away from me quickly as if I'm not there

For Iam invisible

As absent as air

Oh tell me please tell me

Nothing at all

Then I'll stop saying 'tell me'

'Will she go to the ball? '

poem by Yvette Smith
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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