You moved fast
I moved slow
Your hands were quick
They were also very slick
You took things
My phone
My keys
My soul
Your nails were long
They cut and bruised me
You told me to say
You ever used me
I feel like a rag doll
Thrown and tattered
My heart is broken and shattered
I look out the window
My hand against the glass
I keep searching
But
Your hands are gone
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Darling (a collection of poems)
PoetryFollow Jesse Watson's emotions through his poetry. He has been working hard the past few months to get these done. He has looked through the eyes of many people/characters to make his poems as heartfelt as possible so enjoy Darling (a collection of...
