Text Me a Message
Posted by magicalmysticalteacher
Text me a message before I am gone,
Before waving shadows cover my lawn.
Candles and peaches, not rats in a bowl—
Text me of these things to cheer up my soul.
Don’t text about fences shredded by fate,
Just stick to the truth, let’s have a clean slate.
The truth being this, and always will be:
I’m made for you, dear, and you’re made for me.
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Posted on January 20, 2019, in light verse, Poetry Pantry, Poets United, Rhyming poetry and tagged bowl, candles, gone, message, peaches, rat, shadows, shredded, slate, stick, text, waving. Bookmark the permalink. 18 Comments.
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