One Touch
One touch
And hearts began to race,
Sweat trickles down your face
Your hands burn my flesh.
The memory is still fresh.
One touch
And my mind begins to cave
You dig my sanity’s grave,
This lasts far too long.
Something has gone wrong
One touch
You say sorry, but you lied
A part of me has died.
She walks in the door,
And I feel like a whore.
It was your shame but my humiliation.
👁 3💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.