Story of lines

May 11, 2017
Each hand has lines,
each line has a story
Hands as sweet as my love for you
Hands as bitter as your words
In which you have made me broken
my heart broken in two
As I can't wait to see you
You break me even more
As your words tear me apart
your words I hate but adore,
there words are not quite but more told through my hands these lines are what tell you who I am. You don't mean anything less to me nothing less but more.

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