Substances

Substances

A Poem by PoeticChico

The tip of your finger signals the end of the world.


The running substances in my body escape through my wounds


and still the tip of your finger points towards my bleeding soul.

© 2016 PoeticChico


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Powerful used of words and thoughts. I wanted to know and read more. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 7 Years Ago


Very powerful words!
Keep on writing!

Posted 8 Years Ago


PoeticChico

8 Years Ago

Thanks! :)
Deep and very romantic. Valentine

Posted 8 Years Ago


PoeticChico

8 Years Ago

Thank you for your comment!
wow! This is deep! and i love it! :D
Great work I must say :)

"and still the tip of your finger points towards my bleeding soul"
my personal favorite!

keep writing :D

Posted 8 Years Ago


PoeticChico

8 Years Ago

Thank you so much!

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PoeticChico
PoeticChico

KC, MO



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Hello my name is Alex. I write poetry. I live in my own bubble. so... don't burst it... thanks! more..

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