His hands touch mine

by skye   Sep 20, 2011


Walking the fields of love,
dragging your broken heart,
craving his touch,
you ponder for a moment

the sound of heartache splinters around you
as your body spins out of control
waiting and longing
hoping for a new beginning

the blossoming flowers sag
and the green grass prickles,
for real loves lost
in this beautiful prison

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