Your Hand is Nailed to My WallA Poem by ashleydawn
In the midst
of thrashing sheets and silent screams Between speeding tears and please for comfort My mind got oddly quiet and a slight unexpected chuckle escaped Across the room your hand lay outstretched for me to take.
© 2011 ashleydawn |
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Added on May 9, 2011 Last Updated on May 9, 2011 |