handsA Poem by just take a breathpeople look at there hands and complain. they are too bony too big or too thin.
i think a lot about my hands. they are one thing that isn't the same... to anyone else. in any way.
im happy with them. the wrinkles formed on my knuckles... and the lines inside my palm. they may be oddly formed but that's the "me" buried inside them.
its not ugly, nor pretty. they are my hands. © 2010 just take a breathAuthor's Note
|
Stats
108 Views
1 Review Added on December 6, 2010 Last Updated on December 6, 2010 Authorjust take a breathAboutabout me? im 15, im a girl, im blond, and tend to take my feelings out through music and writing. if you knew me, you would know non-believers drive me insane! this includes people that say "your t.. more..Writing
|