Your Hoodie

Alex PB


Notice of absence from Alex PB
Writin' more and more poems is my job,
I shall write when Shakespeare is back.

The hoodie is mine but you gave it to me,

I wear it, it's like I am feeling your touch,

But how can I know if I don't feel your touch?

How can I know if I can't love you?

I can't say the words,

I can't hold your hand,

I can't say more words,

I can't hold your being,

Why can't you hold me?

Why can't you kiss me?

Why can't you let me love like I want to love,

Why?

  • Author: APB (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 4th, 2025 16:48
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 8
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  • sorenbarrett

    A poem of how love can be different from one person to another. Nicely done

    • Alex PB

      Thank you

    • Poetic Licence

      A nicely written write of how love and the experience can be different to different people,



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