hands

hands

A Poem by anna

your pillow smells like you
i dont sleep anymore
i can still feel your heat

i remember the sun
shining on your skin
your smile was large

i lay upon your chest
soaking in your smell
i can feel your hands

i touch the stone
resting over you
the weight of reality

soon i can feel my stone
i will lay close to you
but not close enough

i can still feel your hands

© 2013 anna


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really really sweet. the stone of reality. darn, why is it in the bed !!!

Posted 10 Years Ago


anna

10 Years Ago

Ah.. Yes.. Did I capture it correctly?
Paul Seaman

10 Years Ago

A very important part of it ..
anna

10 Years Ago

Thank you.
This actually piqued my interest a lot more than I thought it would. I really enjoyed reading this, especially because of how it all tied together in the end.

Nice write xo

Posted 10 Years Ago


anna

10 Years Ago

Oh, thank you. c::

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Summerville, SC



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