cold hands
a sensation i have grown used to
frigid fingertips
struggling to write a single sentence
snow on the ground and ice in the hearts
cold little hands
have long lost their home
on the stomach of love
one warm and comforting
cold little hands
are left wandering
out in the blizzard where the wind blows ice
once nice, everything now awry
just once more, before the storm ends
cold little hands
want to return home again
and when they do, they will see
the the house is gone, a foreign one anew
where the door is locked, keeping them outside
only to see a pair of warm hands
dancing inside
love comes and love goes
but never did the cold little hands
imagine it to be so
"cold little hands"
10/30/18
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ken
PoesíaI completed I ken /k e n/ n. 1. one's range of knowledge or sight. ❝you're a ghost boy completely translucent your bones, your flesh they've all completely faded into the death of a story a tragic story titled love ❞ ➸ a collection of handwritt...
