Jan 2014
It’s a ****** kind of thing,* she said
“What is?” he asked
Not feeling.
He took her hand and placed it on his chest
“Do you feel that?”
Well, yes.
She could feel him and he felt for her,
And in that moment
it was all she needed.
“What is?” he asked
Not feeling.
He took her hand and placed it on his chest
“Do you feel that?”
Well, yes.
She could feel him and he felt for her,
And in that moment
it was all she needed.
I wouldn't exactly consider this poetry but maybe if I ever write a book this will be in it
