Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Line of charcoal running along, On the surface of the paper, Same lines follows your index finger, On the surface of my skin, Twirling, looping, Continuing patterns, Outlines of my life On both, the paper and the skin, One owns the body, The other one is mine, But both are Wrinkled and trashed.
0
Dec 27, 2020
Dec 27, 2020 at 11:06 AM UTC
Thin Lines
Line of charcoal running along, On the surface of the paper, Same lines follows your index finger, On the surface of my skin, Twirling, looping, Continuing patterns, Outlines of my life On both, the paper and the skin, One owns the body, The other one is mine, But both are Wrinkled and trashed.
Written by
Dec 27, 2020
Dec 27, 2020 at 11:06 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem