I placed my hand over your heart thinking I could help mend the cold.
It turns out you extinguished my flames in return.
YOU ARE READING
Doodles of my mind
PoetrySnippets from my life which only strangers can hear. And which I write as a stranger. Some forms of a poem that make their way from my brain onto paper or in this case the Internet.
Extinguish
I placed my hand over your heart thinking I could help mend the cold.
It turns out you extinguished my flames in return.
