Hand
I want to hold your hand
and I don’t even know you.
I want to squeeze your shoulders
and tell you, “things will work out.”
I want to wipe the tears from your cheek
and carry your pain.
I want to tear myself into tiny pieces
and give myself away.
I don’t want to be happy
without you.
- drew Evagreens -
Posted Aug 26, 2014, 4:54 AM UTC
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I'm not sure what type of meter this is supposed to be in. It seems to start out with seven beats a line (excepting that first one) but then in the third couplet, it just flies right off the rails. I would find ways to rephrase things so that they flow better and have a more consistent beat.
It's free verse.
I figured. I guess it's just a kind of uncanny valley effect, because it reads so close to an actual meter that my brain automatically assumed it was just kind of funky in that regard.