She made herself untouchable
but deep down she craved to feel
another's arms wrapped around her.
Sometimes at night, she closed her eyes
and clasped her hands tightly
on either shoulder, trying to imagine
if this is what it would feel like
to have someone hold her.
She hoped it was warmer than this.
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Letters I'll Never Send
PoetryA simple letter can convey so much emotion, too bad no one will ever receive them
