Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2015
He plays with my hair until his fingers get tangled,
I keep them there in fear that it's the last thing keeping us connected.
Sam Payne
Written by
Sam Payne  Long Island
(Long Island)   
  530
       ---, april, ---, Keith A Lake, Autumn Whipple and 8 others
Please log in to view and add comments on poems