Him.A Poem by Jenna Marie
As I watch the dark
clouds move slowly above my head,
As I lie on the ground. I close my eyes. I see your face. Such a handsome face. Yet, dreadful in the same breath. He reaches out for my hand. Should I even dare consider taking it? I've been hurt by him, without him even realizing he had hurt me. Such stupidity. I take his hand. His touch. Such a sweet sensation. I open my eyes. Back to the endless pain. © 2010 Jenna Marie |
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2 Reviews Added on July 13, 2010 Last Updated on October 17, 2010 AuthorJenna MarieCincinnati, OHAboutMy name is Jenna. I'm twenty-two years old. Writing has been one of my passions since my freshman year in high school. Writing is my escape from my reality, whether I'm good at it or not, I'll sti.. more..Writing
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