A collection of poems and short stories, from a long time ago and from today. Some are light hearted, others are more serious, some are simply extracts from larger pieces of ficiton I am writing.
Monday 29 August 2016
20/08 Hold-ing
Holding
That's what
We're meant to be doing
What arms are for
What hands are for
Holding
Doesn't feel perfect
Unless it's with you
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