mickeyralph
With a trembling hand I reach for you Desperately deciding how best to touch Every aching bone in my body says "hard" My brain and my heart say "soft" I feel hopelessly useless and awkward In a room that shrinks with every breath A pressure…
She fumbled furiously through her rucksack. Sweat beading on her forehead and fingers slipping over her belongings, flinging them out of the way, searching. "I'm really not in the mood for this." she said to no one. Finding her cigarette…