Your hands felt warm when
You touched me
But my god
Had I never felt so cold
In those moments
I wished to be invisible
So you couldn't see me
I flinch
Because your hands
Feel like his
But warmer
His were like ice
Yours fire
But either way I can't
Breathe
YOU ARE READING
We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
