Treasure Island

Ryan Perera


Black Glove


My dad owns a lonely glove
Of black leather
It looks rough but it's soft
Like velvet feathers
It has five pockets
And on my fingers
They feels snug and warm
A lone black dove, his glove
Searching for its partner
All day long

'I'm lonely' it says
No one talks to me
I used to have a partner
I ask 'Where is she? '
I'm different than you
They all say 'I am the best, Yo! '
I sit and wonder 'Where did she go? '
The one who thinks that I am cool
My dad's lonely glove broods

Submitted: Saturday, March 03, 2012
Edited: Sunday, March 04, 2012

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