Can I have a hand to hold ?
A bandage for my bleeding soul ?
Stitches for my heart
Keep me from falling apart
And some open arms to go ?
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Can I have a hand to hold ?
A bandage for my bleeding soul ?
Stitches for my heart
Keep me from falling apart
And some open arms to go ?
I post a poem or other writing of mine or yours twice a week ! JOIN US ! lol
From that moment our hands touched
and the blood
in my veins
stood still,
Is my absolute favorite memory
and I think it always will
be
I revisit that memory
So much in my mind
I can tell you exactly how your hand fit so perfectly in mine
And the thought of that Monday
When you cupped my face
And pulled me in
For the most perfect kiss
Takes
the
cake
For the “movie moment of my life”
And although brief,
Your chapter in my book
Has become the most read
As I reread
The time in my life I can’t get out of my head
Because for the first time
I truly felt something
for someone
I didn’t have to force
anything
my senses came alive
And
I
didn’t
feel
numb.
I had no fear, no doubt, not the slightest bit of worry
Because i thought it was a wrap
I thought you was the one for me
And months have gone by
And you still
own
and
have
broken
every piece of
me.
And for some reason I still go back to revisit that memory
From that moment our hands touched
and the
blood in my veins
stood
still.
— Kat King
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Chest pains
Exacerbated by the dagger
You stuck in my heart
We made love
We made art
We painted pretty pictures
Of a life we’d soon start
But it all was a farce
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The next time your heart beats
I hope it breaks your chest
I hope I’m looking in your eyes
During your last breath
I hope that when I walk away
You have nothing else left
So yes, you could say
I want revenge, I guess.
Omg I wrote this so long ago. Who tf was I so mad at ? lmao I originally posted this October 2021 but wrote it months before that. Anyway, subscribe for more poetry ! Submit your own here.
I’m not aware of
When exactly
This joke became
Truth
I don’t quite
Know when
Love became
Aloof
I can’t really
Remember when
Your burdens became
My own
I can’t exactly
Remember how
This house
Stopped being
A home