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His large hands dig into my hip bones, Strong, stubborn, securing me down as if I was His prey. Why do I even feel this fragile in His touch?
By Bel Rudd8 years ago in Poets
I wish I could see myself through his eyes.. he called me perfect, he says I’m perfect.. but his definition of perfect is different from mine..
By Abigail Truesdale8 years ago in Poets
This morning I woke up next to someone else. I rolled over, half blind without my glasses and thought it was you for a second.
By vv dssd8 years ago in Poets
I was warned about you and didn't listen Guess you already knew that on your mission Composed of gossip and bad intentions
By Garvin Raye8 years ago in Poets
Fingers and shivers through skin, petrichor filling young lungs, silver eyes gazing from afar. The earth and sun meet
By Al8 years ago in Poets
On trembling wings I take flight Not sure if my wings will hold. Into the void, the darkness unknown Onto adventures untold
By Anthony Russell8 years ago in Poets
When the plant is dying give it nutrient When the funds are low no more's to be spent If you're feeling a little on the heavy side
Inside my body is a young woman full of life Ready to jump and run and dance all night long Inside my body is strength and truth
By Victoria Paffrath8 years ago in Poets
