Poems from EmilyCohen47

His hands were blades He had no problems pressing them into me I knew it would hurt but I stayed No one has ever touched me so deep  ...
His hands were blades He had no problems pressing them into me I knew it would hurt but I stayed No one has ever touched me so deep  ...
His hands were blades He had no problems pressing them into me I knew it would hurt but I stayed No one has ever touched me so deep  ...