Untitled No. 16A Poem by Maddi Snowden
Someone once told me that
I'm obsessed with lips and hands and I never really thought about it but then one day I was dreaming about all of the secrets you never told that remain hidden in the corner of your mouth and I realized that I adore the way your hands can create a hundred things but you still spend time to intertwine them with mine and limit your fingers to nothing more than creating circles on the outskirts of my wrists. Down the thousands of paths that are sewn into your knuckles are stories and I want to hear every one roll off your tongue with every twist and turn. (M.S.)
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1 Review Added on March 6, 2014 Last Updated on March 6, 2014 Tags: poem.poetry, love, relationship, teenager, heartbreak, heartache, lovely, lust, mine, original, boy, girl, adult, young love, young blood AuthorMaddi SnowdenSeattle, WAAboutMy name is Maddi and I enjoy writing. I began writing poetry when I was in 4th grade and recently picked it up again. Along with some of my poetry, I post original artwork/photography intended to go.. more..Writing
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