i say i forgot about him
yet i still remember so vividly
how he grazed my skin
with the gentle touch
of his fingertips
-denial.
YOU ARE READING
black roses painted red.
Poetrythis is a book that i have poured my heart, soul and all my vulnerabilities into. thank you for being my home and holding my heart when no one else did. i hope when you read this that you can connect with me and the others who have read this, i hope...
