Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2014
The stitches on my fingertips have slowly come undone
And everything I touch is never seen by anyone
What tucked itself away inside the movements I would make
Are left upon the surfaces of all that I forsake
I never wanted anything as much as I want you
Remember what I said the moment I don't follow through  
Instead I tie my hands around the promises I made
And let myself become like all I touch, forever *fade
Olga Valerevna
Written by
Olga Valerevna  Vladivostok
(Vladivostok)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems