InviticusA Poem by K.M
It was dark in that big room...
And I could feel the tension in your hand... As it sat next to mine Waiting to be held You wanted our hands to weld together Like metal But the truth is... Holding my hand... Is like holding a bouquet of stinging nettles In the end... It is going to hurt
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Added on February 10, 2016 Last Updated on February 10, 2016 Author
K.MOKAboutI am trying to write my own poetry book... so I need some serious feedback (: All of my poems are about things that have happened to me or people in my life. I hope you guys like my poetry. more..Writing
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