a relief
you combed my hair with your fingers
a bit too rough, sometimes they stuck
and it hurt, but it's a hurt i'll gladly take
over anything else those hands can do
to me

YOU ARE READING
until I'm empty: short poems
PoetryOriginal short poems. Just for fun, not to be taken too seriously. Criticism is welcome.
a relief
a relief
you combed my hair with your fingers
a bit too rough, sometimes they stuck
and it hurt, but it's a hurt i'll gladly take
over anything else those hands can do
to me