I never thought I understood love
I am not sure that I even do now
touching you had to be the closest thing to what it truly meansI wish it felt the same when you touched me
But your hands were callous, your touch was cold
And in the way I've learned to understand love, your touch hurt
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To Touch My Mind
PoesíaTo touch my mind is a work in progress, an exploration of thoughts and feelings as a person tries to grow. Take what applies, leave what doesn't.