The touch
I will see you standing there
With that smile upon your face
And the twisted way your face looks
I would always no what was coming next.
I see you all the time
I just want to run and hide
Im so paranoid these days
I cant tell paranioa from reality.
Its the mark you left
An insvisible scar.
You really messed with my head.
How can you go hurting people?
What the hell gives you the right?
Dont you even care?
The touch will never go away
You touched me in a way
That I didnt want you to
Its the touch you left
Like an invisible scar
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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