Untitled No. 16

Untitled No. 16

A Poem by Maddi Snowden

Someone once told me that
I'm obsessed with lips and hands
and I never really thought about it but then
one day I was dreaming about all
of the secrets you never told that
remain hidden in the corner
of your mouth and I realized
that I adore the way your hands can
create a hundred things but you still
spend time to intertwine them
with mine and limit your fingers
to nothing more than
creating circles on the outskirts
of my wrists.

Down the thousands of paths that
are sewn into your knuckles
are stories and I want to hear
every one roll off your tongue
with every twist and turn.

(M.S.)

© 2014 Maddi Snowden


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Very nice, interesting stuff

Posted 10 Years Ago


Maddi Snowden

9 Years Ago

Thanks, appreciate it.

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Maddi Snowden
Maddi Snowden

Seattle, WA



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My name is Maddi and I enjoy writing. I began writing poetry when I was in 4th grade and recently picked it up again. Along with some of my poetry, I post original artwork/photography intended to go.. more..

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