Clean handsA Poem by z.chériWe are strong on our own.
To be apart of someone's
story must be one of the most precious yet terrifying gifts of life. You don't know me because i never let you in. My soul was too unclean to let clean hands within. © 2018 z.chériAuthor's Note
Reviews
|
StatsAuthorz.chériMelbourne, AustraliaAbout*used to be simple melody* ♡ 'The true poem rests between the words' ― Vanna Bonta more..Writing
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|