I flinch under the touch.
Your hand stings.
The cold envelopes me.
He comes and pulls me up.
Only to knock me back down.
I lie in the cold.
Too blind to see it coming.
The darkness pulls me in.
I go through hell.
Only to come back.
You still sting me.
Only to make me feel loved.
Then disappear.
To leave me in the cold.
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Black Walls
PoetryA collection of poems I wrote. *WARNING* I wrote a few years ago and thought of posting them. You can see the major differences as you read.
