touch
Your hands touch my skin,
Clawing away at it,
Tearing it away as if it were your Sunday dinner,
Your affection was more than I ever needed,
You drowned my senses,
And in that second,
I felt slightly beautiful.
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A Beautiful Disaster
PoetryMy story. A story full of unforgettable thoughts. I've come to terms with these certain parts of my life. This is for the people who decide to read my poetry. I hope you find the motivation to continue to fighting like I did. #1 in slam (5/31/18) #1...
