Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2014
missing your bony covered wrists that you hate but i love and your stiff hair that you only let me play with and the way you looked at your feet when you smiled and the way you looked at me and the way you walked and the way we sat together and the way you held me once and the way i held you once and your soft skin and hazy hazel eyes and big-enough hands and the way we’d talk and the way we knew how we felt and the way everyone else knew too and your smell your smell your smell and when you’d get close to me and your smell
Annie
Written by
Annie
861
   allison and ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems