some people like the
touch of a warm hand.
for it comforts them in
a way a jacket can not.
but i always loved the
touch of a cold hand.
for i had warm hands
and the cold touch was
something i could not
achieve by myself.
you had cold hands.
and i suppose i miss the
shock your hands gave
me when our fingertips
would accidentally meet.
but even though you
had a cold touch,
you were never cold.
you held warmth
in your smile,
in your laugh.
then we were
separated.
and it felt as if
some swarm of waves
had crashed
upon the seas
and in an instant,
you were gone.
-M.J
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drown me in your noise
Poetrywhat's a quote that completely shattered you? a quote that destroyed your soul and your entire being. one that made you cry like you've never cried before. one that still breaks you when you think of it?
