okay, so i know there've been a few others like this. this is a forum for open, freeform expression. don't be scared. let's hear it. any thing you want to express, from dismay at the gas prices to poems about someone's farts. It's all good.
I'll start it off.
Your every touch is like ice, and I don't know whether the intent is sincere or just callous action, like tapping your finger when you're deep in thought.
If I open myself to your hands, will you hurt me? If I don't, will I hurt myself?
Torn between the want of you, and the fear of more agony being scribed into my soul, I hesitate. I tremble with the tension. stretched and pulled like a stay, how long before I break?
I'll start it off.
Your every touch is like ice, and I don't know whether the intent is sincere or just callous action, like tapping your finger when you're deep in thought.
If I open myself to your hands, will you hurt me? If I don't, will I hurt myself?
Torn between the want of you, and the fear of more agony being scribed into my soul, I hesitate. I tremble with the tension. stretched and pulled like a stay, how long before I break?
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