Tajma Hall

A Maniac Lesson

I hold out
hoping for your hand
I would trade a thought
for any number of times
I said your name
is till this breath
catches a soft crease of your hair
I am your maniac
flowers gently flow
no longer than I kiss your face
crowding the fear
you might disappear
I rebuke any rejection
that climbs resentment
my mind is out
my love, faith is holding out
hoping for your hand

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 12, 2007
Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 1, 2011

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  • Louis Charriez (10/10/2007 7:49:00 AM)

    Beautiful! ! Well written..................................Louis

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