Pomegranate Hands by Lolly Vieira
In hindsight, it's pretty telling that this was the first love song I ever wrote for my future abusive partner.
did anyone ever tell you you’ve got a bit of a temper, my dear?
you sure can make the smallest face
and drink the largest beer
you’re a strange and weird enigma at best
with some good ideas, I must confess
I’d be wrong to say you’re like the rest
it’s not like I hate you
I just don’t exactly like you all the time
but if you give me the chance
I would love to be your partner in crime
we may not listen to the same kind of bands
we may not have the same kind of friends
and we may both have absurd demands, but
I wanna hold your pomegranate hands
you’re that crazy, punk-rock kid who’s bumming on the streets
the multitask musician with the killer beats
the estranged and forgotten enigma at best
with some crazy hair, I must confess
I’d be wrong to say you’re like the rest
it’s not like I hate you
I just don’t exactly like you all the time
but if you give me the chance
I would love to be your partner in crime
we may not listen to the same kind of bands
we may not have the same kind of friends
and we may both have absurd demands, but
I wanna hold your pomegranate hands
I wanna hold your pomegranate hands
About the Creator
Lolly Vieira
Welcome to my page where I make sense of all the facets of myself through poetry and short stories.
I'm an artist of many mediums and strive to know and do better every day.
https://linktr.ee/lollyslittlelovelies
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