Touch
By: Samantha
When I reach out I can touch it.
Everything I love.
Everything I want.
Right there.
I can see it.
But I can't get to it unless I reach.
When I reach it grazes my fingertips and my heart skips a beat.
It starts to come closer.
and closer.
But then it disappears again.
Always just giving me a taste.
And leaving me with a desire for more.
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Sammie's Poetry Book
PoetryJust some poems by yours truly about my opinions on life and other important issues. They might not be very good, but hey, I'm still learning, and I would love some feedback! Cover made by: @ult-cyj
