bittersweet addiction
my heart in a fist
with every word
more pressure in the wrist
painful kind of pleasure
wouldnt want less
the palm is soft
with a feather light caress
aching and cold
and fuzzy and warm
people of the pen
bring love after the storm
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 12:59 PM UTC
bittersweet addiction
my heart in a fist
with every word
more pressure in the wrist
painful kind of pleasure
wouldnt want less
the palm is soft
with a feather light caress
aching and cold
and fuzzy and warm
people of the pen
bring love after the storm
Good to be back.
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