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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PoetryThis is my story- told through the thoughts I couldn't keep inside. A collection of moments, feelings, and truths I've learned to face and finally accept. These poems are pieces of me, shared for anyone who needs to feel less alone. If you're readin...
