His knuckles brushed up against mine
As he tried to hold my hand
His finger tips were cold
From the storm
Searching for my warmth
But as I felt the sudden pinch
If his skin on mine
I realized I didn't love him
And in my pocket I put my hand to hide
-kay
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The Story Of A Girl- A Book Of Original Poetry
PoetryOriginal Poems written from inspiration in my own life. They are about love, hate, sadness, anger and so much more Updates every Sunday so stay tuned for more!!
