My fingers find the spines
Running over them like Braille
It's muscle memory
Your hands never forget
The cracks of worlds crumbling
Beneath them
YOU ARE READING
We Write for Fear of Silence
شِعر{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
It's Painful, It's Poetry
My fingers find the spines
Running over them like Braille
It's muscle memory
Your hands never forget
The cracks of worlds crumbling
Beneath them
