I grew without her
without hearing her voice
without giving her attention
without clasping me with her arms
without holding her hands
without seeing her face
without calling her
name,
she's n o w h e r e to be found.
YOU ARE READING
Hands
Poetryhands are important because it uses to show love, to show how you care and to hurt someone. [ © 2014 greyfilmplaying ] poetry #308 | short story #531
