Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
i am overcome with grief and guilt every time i wash my hands because i do not know how much of you is left in the fine lines of my palms
0
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 11:13 AM UTC
come home
i am overcome with grief and guilt every time i wash my hands because i do not know how much of you is left in the fine lines of my palms
sigh
amelia-h
Written by
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 11:13 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem