your hands were soft, painted pink
your hands were warm and familiar
your hands were sweet and always kind
your hands held mine so carefully
the pain I feel could never come from such hands
the hands that betrayed me were calloused and rough
the hands that held me under were unforgiving
the hands that hurt me were unfamiliar
but
the hands were yours
YOU ARE READING
Letters I'll Never Send
PoetryA simple letter can convey so much emotion, too bad no one will ever receive them
