Long Fingers

by Shasya   Jun 1, 2008


Red drops trickle
Onto your bed
A few tears shed
You break into a sweat
On your forehead

Your eyes are closed
You slowly moan
And you groan
Permanently wounding bliss
But you're alone!

Realization hits you
Your mind does a swirl
And a twirl
You lost it to yourself!
Those are long fingers, girl

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  • 16 years ago

    by Heba

    Wow, I loved this poem, wonderful.