Spotless

It’s your perfect face I see,
the way your eyes open
and say something
about your views.
That curly hair
when it gets caught in my beard
after the greatest hugs in the world.
Maybe I cant decide,
or maybe it’s the thoughts I have,
the ones that ring in my mind
like your name
in a broken heart,
just healing what’s around it
and always eager to do a little more.

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About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

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