his hands are a fist
so I flinch readily
her fingers are a soft caress
filled with "sympathy"
his hands come nowhere near
but his distance is haunting
that it leaves me somewhere between
brewing hating and wanting
his hands are a fist
so I flinch readily
her fingers are a soft caress
filled with "sympathy"
his hands come nowhere near
but his distance is haunting
that it leaves me somewhere between
brewing hating and wanting