She was scared.
She was in pain.
With tears brimming in her eyes,
She still held out her hands at him,
In hopes he would take them in his
and forever.
In hopes he won't turn his face and walk away.
YOU ARE READING
Culaccino
PoetryCulaccino~a mark left on a surface by the bottom of a wet glass. Last summer, You said you love me, You said you'll be there forever. Last summer, We held hands, We kissed. Now summer's gone, You too. If we ever see again, All I'll ever say is, Reme...
