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Clutching Words

Poetry By: CL Hotchkiss

Love is a complicated thing.

Submitted:Dec 19, 2012    Reads: 12    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

My timid fingers brush the keys,

Tangled tongues and bruised knees.

I reach for you,

I reach,

I reach.

But love is something I can't teach.

Pushed along, next in line,

I'm breaking down, you're feeling fine.

A shadowed hand upon my back,

Hairs on my neck grow stiff.

A shadowed hand upon my back,


"What if?"

I'm sad but I've forgotten why,

That's the reason I still cry.

From a dream I'll wake up dead,

Clutching words I left unsaid.


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