PUTTY IN YOUR HANDS
Like a sunrise chasing a shadow
Or an aura embracing its glow
Like words that rhyme on paper
Or a melody’s gentle flow
To me your love’s the sun rays
That light up the darkest days
And I can hear the music
When I get lost in your gaze
I will always be the coin
If you will be the wishing well
And I’d wear your scent all over me
If I could bottle up your smell
I’m the vibrant, wild flower
You are the rain that helps me grow
Our love is like a forest
Full of seeds starting to sow
I’ll never find the perfect words
To describe all I want to say
But I am the putty, you are the hands
And I’m ready for you to mold my clay
Original Poetry Written By
Eryn Dunbar
Copyright (c) 5.20.2025

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