Hands Those hands exist as delicate etchings scribed deep inside my mind... And none like yours I'm sure to ever find. July 6, 2021October 28, 2022 by Anonymously Hal Categories: My PoetryTags: Hands, Lines, Memories, Poetry, You Leave a comment
Reason The last thing he said to me... Was that I was the reason why. May 25, 2021May 25, 2021 by Anonymously Hal Categories: My PoetryTags: Lines, Reasons, You 2 Comments
Anonymously Hal 