Your hands are cold
But when you touch me
I burn.AUTHOR'S NOTE
Dear reader, this is a collection of my poetry and quotes. Poetry is a way for me to confront my innermost demons. I need to write in order to survive.
Sometimes you need a reason to love the world again. Hopefully, this book can give you that. Save it for a cold night.
-lisa
Just a side note: Some of these poems may seem familiar. It's most likely because they were first published under a book called 'Sins Of The Heart' under my previous account lizie103. These poems are 100% mine. Please don't reproduce them.
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Hypnotic
PoetryThere was something about her that Captivated him. Something that made him stay. Maybe it was the dip of her hips, Or the curl of her toes. The secrets in her smile, That he loved, I suppose. He was drowning in her waters Yet still parched With ecs...