Warm hands
Your hands were always warm
Very taciturn
They would slowly caress my
Body
Feeling every inch
Like the blind man reading
A strangers face
Now the landscape is bleak
My skin silent and cold
Your hands were always warm.
Jul 7, 2011
Jul 7, 2011 at 11:46 PM UTC
Warm hands
Your hands were always warm
Very taciturn
They would slowly caress my
Body
Feeling every inch
Like the blind man reading
A strangers face
Now the landscape is bleak
My skin silent and cold
Your hands were always warm.