His hand that had stroked my tear-stained cheeks
Could turn to coil and make me blind.
This awful game placed on repeat;
I never got a chance to hit "Rewind".
YOU ARE READING
Sounds of a Fish Attempting to Scale a Skyscraper
Poetry*Finished - first anthology in the Skyscrapers series* Hold fast onto life For it soon slips by. Find the things you love And hold onto them tight. But not too tight, For sometimes they leave Or find something more interesting To shove up their sle...
Rewind
His hand that had stroked my tear-stained cheeks
Could turn to coil and make me blind.
This awful game placed on repeat;
I never got a chance to hit "Rewind".
