as the tap turns on,
the warm sensation
as the warm water
hits my fingers
and as my skin
is nourished.
as the sun comes out,
when the cold air
sweeps away,
my skin
feels warm
to the touch.
as our hands
interlock,
in the dead of night
the cozy feeling
becomes surreal
even though
my hands are still
frozen from the bitter cold.
as I sit
by the fire
my heart races
and my palms
start sweating
because that warm feeling of you
lingers.
even the little things,
that give you that warm feeling,
are not something
to be unappreciated.
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Poetrythe pain never really disappears, does it? it just becomes a dull throb in your heart. - a collection of negative & positive poetry. after all, life consists of both pain and happiness highest rank: #45POE cover: @oceanwaved
