I wonder if people would
Touch me if they knew the places that
My hands have been, what hearts they've
Held and crushed and cradled, what words
They write when they are lonely
And how I am afraid of the spaces between
My Own Fingers
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 9:45 AM UTC
I wonder if people would
Touch me if they knew the places that
My hands have been, what hearts they've
Held and crushed and cradled, what words
They write when they are lonely
And how I am afraid of the spaces between
My Own Fingers