http://slow.writerscafe.org/JennaSprings The original writings of author JennaSprings en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776349602 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My fingers turned ice cold My heart skipped a beat As I held onto your hand Afraid that if I let go You would fall into peace Selfish was I, I still am I’m afraid I’ll always be My palms turned sweaty But the cold refused to leaveThe thumping against my chest With each beat grew Stronger.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JennaSprings/1549725/