My fingers fumbling around yours.
Your heat over my frigid hands,
Hot enough to burn,
To be uncomfortable.
I still hold on.
You don't say a word but I swear if you knew how beautiful you are, you would leave me and find someone better.
So I don't say anything either.
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Painful Truths
PoetryLife asked Death, "Why do people love me but hate you?" and Death replied, "Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth." (completed) Well. Poems, if you could call them that. Just rambled and rushed night time thoughts. Some of these a...
