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
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