Poems from 15cfisk
when he put his hands on me
they all saw a faith healer
but i felt
only dead
when he put his hands
on me
they all saw a faith healer
but i felt
only dead
i came back to my poems last night
i came back to hold this summer's feelings up to the light
just to find that it's the same cloth, cut 8...
aching for more than just
quartz dimming to rust
longing for a punctuation mark
at the end of the longest
longest
sentence.
relax against...
i should rest flowers at her feet
press kisses to her fingers
whatever it takes to make her feel golden, adored
what lies between us is...