InviticusA Poem by K.M
It was dark in that big room...
And I could feel the tension in your hand... As it sat next to mine Waiting to be held You wanted our hands to weld together Like metal But the truth is... Holding my hand... Is like holding a bouquet of stinging nettles In the end... It is going to hurt
© 2016 K.M |
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Added on February 10, 2016 Last Updated on February 10, 2016 |
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